It's Electric

For the past few weeks, I've been getting constantly shocked by static electricity just about every time I touch something in our house. The other day, I was laying on the couch watching television, and when I got up and went to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and noticed that I looked like a physics student who had just tried out the Van de Graaf generator. My hair was sticking up all over the place...by its own free will. I thought the cause of all of this electricity might be the slippers that I'm alway shuffling around the house in, but I've now discovered that even when wearing regular shoes or just socks, I get shocked all the same. Yesterday when I hit the light switch, a blue spark actually shot out and caught my clothes on fire. Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but it was definitely the worst jolt yet. I've been tolerating all this minor electrocution as much as possible, but today, I got shocked by the last thing I thought would ever be capable of shocking me...a pie. Guy and I baked a pie for Valentine's dessert, and it was sitting on the stove to cool. When I gently touched the top to see if it was ready for devouring, I heard the familiar "pop" sound and felt that unforgettable zap shoot through my hand. Who would have thought a scrumptious pastry could wreak such havoc? Needless to say, I was truly shocked...in all senses of the word.