Poke me

I am about to fall over.. I may need someone to poke me with a stick and turn my on my side so I don't perish.. DH ring-a-linged me on the cellophone whilst I was out shopping - yes shopping AGAIN! I got the cutest skirt, some pants, shorts 2 new shirts.. And oh wait so back to shock and awe.. Anyways he asks me to stop by Lowes and pick something up for him.. Nothing unusual right? He asks me to do this all the time and then it sits.... And sits... And sits.. I end up having to DUST what ever the thing-a-ma-do is and just am generally annoyed b/c nothings happened- ya know like the 2 boxed of tile in the TRUNK of the car that clang clang like the trolley every time I make a turn.. uh anyways... So I pick up these:



no not kitchen cabinets - though wouldn't THAT be nice.. Skylights!! More specifically sun-tek sun tunnels.. Easy install.. I might have daylight in the dank depths of my kitchen by tomorrow (this is where the poke me with the stick comes in)! If the installation ACTUALLY happens and goes smoothly I may keel over from sheer excitement. So dear readers, sharpen those poking sticks and practice CPR cause I'm ready to black out - DH don't fail me now!