Sunday, November 09, 2008
Have you ever notice that everything in your house breaks at the exact same time?
Our dishwasher is broken. Don is thinking he's going to try and replace the motor and see if that does the trick. There is a big motor lookin' thing on our kitchen island right now.
Don let Becca play an online Winnie the Pooh game over the weekend. When he went to check on her a couple minutes later, she said, "Dad! I'm searching for old classmates!" And she was using Classmates.com! This made me laugh very hard - who is she looking for, preschool kids? Anyway - the Dell then said ahhhh-chooooo - and now Don is trying to fix a computer virus as well as the dishwasher motor.
The car windshield is cracked. We may need new tires. The answering machine broke. I left my laptop battery on the cruise ship. Peh.
6 comments:
Think of syncronized obsolescence as a precursor to..... syncronized adolescence!
I'm sorry, Shelley, but I laughed so hard I was crying. It's not the situations so much as the way you wrote about them. I allow as many as three things to break within a limited time and then I think seriously about setting the house on fire.
Are you allowed to do that?
I also forgot to mention that while walking (hiking) through the Houston airport, my heel caught in a crack and the leather RIPPED. So my black mules are broken as well. And as luck would have it, this was the only pair of shoes I had taken on that trip. So I had to duct tape the rip from the inside and hope nobody noticed... but it was Mississippi and I suspect there are a fair number of people who have duct taped their shoes from the inside, so it was chill.
FWIW had the tires on the van replaced today Kaching, the winshield tomorrow Chingching our laptop is acting virusy, GAbe has already grown out of all of his new fall clothes, I have a client who will not return calls and owes me money....smile you are not alone.
Excuse me...your grandfather was a shoe buyer. Tch...tch. It was time to retire those black mules anyway. They were as old as my house shoes.
I know. But I love them. They will not see Thanksgiving. Sob.
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