I don't think people can build things anymore. My oven door broke, and the 'thing-ma-gig' that broke is not under guarantee. If, when the thing-ma-gig broke, I'd let the door fall off instead of catching it, and the glass broke THAT would have been insured. As it was, the little joint that held the door broke, I caught the door, took the oven to the store, and was told to 'Go buy a new Oven'.
My daughter, who was with me, said loudly, 'We'll go buy it in Another Store, Not Here. I'm Never buying anything Here Again.'
The serviceman, who was just doing his job, replied, 'Happy Holidays to you too.'
I'm afraid I started to laugh hysterically.
My step mother sent me a check for Christmas, I used it as my oven money; Thank you Anne!
(We did, however, go to another store).
I forgot to get the flu jab and I think I have the flu. Not a very virulent flu, but enough to keep me stuffing myself with aspirin. For some reason, fevers give me lots of energy, and I've cleaned the house from top to bottom. To kill all the germs, I've used Chlorox. My husband says it smells like a hospitol here. It's CLEAN.
We're having an ice storm today. It's a tiny storm. Just a drizzle of freezing rain falling on frozen ground, covering everything with a layer of ice. I put salt on our front steps, because my Washing Machine (brand new!) Is BROKEN and the repair man Should come. Probably won't because of the ice. Laundry is piling up like nuclear waste. Pretty soon I expect to see it start to shuffle down the stairs. Especially the boys' socks.
So that's life in France today. Crappy machines that break, the flu going around, and hubby is outside in the ice storm trimming the bushes back. (My husband decided today was the day to trim the trees - and once he decides something...) So there are huge piles of branches all over the garden. I'm hoping he'll make a big bonfire - I love it when it's cold and there is a huge bonfire outside.
The tractor just drove by, they're salting the roads.
We're supposed to get freezing weather for the next week or so.
My daughter is at the mall with friends shopping the sales with her Christmas money.
I'm off to make more coffee!
If the coffee machine still works.
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I thought that after you got married and had kids, things were supposed to settle down!
Trimming trees in freezing rain! Insane! (That rhymes)
I think that last bout of illness I had (which I am at the tail end of) is the flu. I know that because the person that gave it to me told me yesterday how she had the flu the last time I was at her house. Great friends, eh?
Our oven door did the same thing after 12 years. The hubster went to an appliance store that sells parts and bought some part that fixed it. I shall send him to France to fix all of your broken machines. Anything to get him out of my hair. LOL
Hope you feel better!
Ugh! My first apartment had a broken oven. The first time I used it I opened it and the door came off completely. I had to gingerly set it on the floor. It never got fixed. I just had to be very careful when I opened it (it would fit back together with some manipulation, but I couldn't lift it properly when it was hot).
You remind me how much I enjoy not being a poor just-out-of-college entry-level worker.
Make a bonfire and use sticks to roast weenies and marshmallows. If your stick breaks you can always get a new one. to heck with the oven
Mark, my husband isn't insane, but sometimes I wonder...
Daisy, aren't freinds who bring you presents wonderful? lol
Ordinary girl, rub it in, why don't you? lol!
Charles - that was my first reaction - to hell with the oven - but I love making chocolate chip cookies...
:-)
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