Picking hubby's pockets, one major appliance at a time
There are those who would say that we reap what we sew, but I swear I did nothing to warrant the week we just had. It is terrible when one expensive thing breaks, not only because of the inconvenience but the visceral response to having to replace it.
I see no value in a lawn mower, seriously, especially when I have no grass to mow. However, we rent a house to our son, who has massive problems, and the lawn mower we bought for the house up and died, ignominiously, without so much as a warning or a by your leave.
Okay, you have to do what you have to do, so you purchase another Toro and get on with it.
Thursday morning, laundry day arrived. I tossed the last load into the dryer, pressed the button to start it and NOTHING. I mean not a sound, save for the groan from its mistress and of course, the tinny sound of the kick I gave the thing, thinking it might help. It didn't.
I tried all morning to come up with the words one says when you're about to pick one's pocket. Now, I'm not saying that my honey hasn't the full appreciation for clean, dry clothes, but a clothes dryer is something that no one sees or gives much thought to until you press that button and the damn thing doesn't start. It isn't something a man derives a tremendous amount of satisfaction in possessing.
My sweetheart got up, enjoyed his morning espresso, then, when fully awake, he said he had something to tell me.
"Well I have something to tell you," I said, grateful for the reprieve.
"My computer died last night," says he, his usual smile nowhere in sight.
My well-planned speech, and believe me, it was a jewel, went for naught. I just laughed and said, "Well, my least favorite toy broken this morning."
"Are you xxxx me?" <--- cleaned up considerably.
"Nope, I wish I was."
Then we laughed, because what can you do, cry?
Amidst all this, our daughter was going through a crisis of massive proportions and we couldn't do anything but sit back and watch her endure emotional Hades. Helpless doesn't begin to cover it.
We also had a bit of a "hold your breath" moment when my husband went to get the results of an MRI. Thankfully, there's nothing serious going on inside him, nothing that we have to address. I fear word of such a thing would have tipped us both over the edge.
Yeah, my husband is walking a bit light in the pockets these days, but he's a sport. After learning of the disasters, he's practical and manages to handle all that must be handled.
On the bright side, I'm having a blast working with Poppy Dennison, Ellis Carrington, and Damon Suede on Boxer Falls. My part is minor compared to theirs, but it is so much fun. I'm honored to have been asked to write several episodes and I'm helping out with promoting it. Great concept and a great group of writers. If you haven't heard of it or read the episodes, you'll want to. Click the link in the side bar and prepare for some good, old-fashioned fun in this wonderful Gaytime Drama.
Today, I submitted a manuscript I've been working on and I hope to hear soon. Fingers crossed. More on that when I hear something.
I'm hoping this next week brings some less expensive events and some good news. I'd really like to keep my good nature and it's been sorely tested his glorious first week of March, 2012.
I see no value in a lawn mower, seriously, especially when I have no grass to mow. However, we rent a house to our son, who has massive problems, and the lawn mower we bought for the house up and died, ignominiously, without so much as a warning or a by your leave.
Okay, you have to do what you have to do, so you purchase another Toro and get on with it.
Thursday morning, laundry day arrived. I tossed the last load into the dryer, pressed the button to start it and NOTHING. I mean not a sound, save for the groan from its mistress and of course, the tinny sound of the kick I gave the thing, thinking it might help. It didn't.
I tried all morning to come up with the words one says when you're about to pick one's pocket. Now, I'm not saying that my honey hasn't the full appreciation for clean, dry clothes, but a clothes dryer is something that no one sees or gives much thought to until you press that button and the damn thing doesn't start. It isn't something a man derives a tremendous amount of satisfaction in possessing.
My sweetheart got up, enjoyed his morning espresso, then, when fully awake, he said he had something to tell me.
"Well I have something to tell you," I said, grateful for the reprieve.
"My computer died last night," says he, his usual smile nowhere in sight.
My well-planned speech, and believe me, it was a jewel, went for naught. I just laughed and said, "Well, my least favorite toy broken this morning."
"Are you xxxx me?" <--- cleaned up considerably.
"Nope, I wish I was."
Then we laughed, because what can you do, cry?
Amidst all this, our daughter was going through a crisis of massive proportions and we couldn't do anything but sit back and watch her endure emotional Hades. Helpless doesn't begin to cover it.
We also had a bit of a "hold your breath" moment when my husband went to get the results of an MRI. Thankfully, there's nothing serious going on inside him, nothing that we have to address. I fear word of such a thing would have tipped us both over the edge.
Yeah, my husband is walking a bit light in the pockets these days, but he's a sport. After learning of the disasters, he's practical and manages to handle all that must be handled.
On the bright side, I'm having a blast working with Poppy Dennison, Ellis Carrington, and Damon Suede on Boxer Falls. My part is minor compared to theirs, but it is so much fun. I'm honored to have been asked to write several episodes and I'm helping out with promoting it. Great concept and a great group of writers. If you haven't heard of it or read the episodes, you'll want to. Click the link in the side bar and prepare for some good, old-fashioned fun in this wonderful Gaytime Drama.
Today, I submitted a manuscript I've been working on and I hope to hear soon. Fingers crossed. More on that when I hear something.
I'm hoping this next week brings some less expensive events and some good news. I'd really like to keep my good nature and it's been sorely tested his glorious first week of March, 2012.
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