
It was dreary at 3 pm, but neither dark enough for my automatic lights to come on nor for me to see after turning them on that they were still on when I shut car off. And of course in this series of unfortunate events, I chose to stay at the museum for the Christmas party instead of just dropping off. So the battery died and I had sixty fits remembering what order to do the steps. Here's how I remember. What Do You Get When You Cross a Ditzy Dyslexic, Full Moon and Dead Battery?