Yesterday morning we were without power, which caused me a teensy bit of stress (perhaps a slight minimalization). Thankfully our alarm went off (at the wretched hour of 5:45am). I whined variations of "What am I going to do?! How am I going to shower?! My hair won't dry! How will I put on my makeup?!" and then Doug jumped up out of bed. I asked what he was doing and he said, "I'm going to get us some light."
At which point the power immediately came back on.
At which point I obviously screeched and laughed and said something about Doug being a miracle worker.
(And then the power went back off 2 minutes later. Bummer.)