Crash! Bang!

I was sitting in the little living room (family room? TV room? Not sure what to call it) typing an e-mail to me husband when I heard a very loud crash come from the big living room.

Yes, I meant to say "me husband" instead of "my husband." I like how that sounds in my head. Especially when I am using my inside my head Irish accent.


WTF? The dogs immediately came to my side and we went to the big room to see what the heck happened.

This is what I found-


The large and ugly light fixture committed suicide.


It removed itself from the ceiling and left nothing but this unattractive hole:


And now it sits on my floor:



The center dome separated from the main fixture and landed upright, with the bulb still inside but unbroken:


I found two screws on the carpet and the frayed ends of a wire:



I never liked that thing and have been meaning to replace it with a crazy chandelier of some sort. Looks like I have some shopping to do.


No, I did not do this myself to give myself an excuse to shop.