Thursday, Apr. 22, 2004 - 10:37 a.m.
Greetings,
The Saga of my washing machine is turning into a full scale opera. After taking off work last Monday only to hear there was nothing wrong with it when the repairman showed up, to trying to do laundry that night and having it crap out, to having second repairman show up to say a new motor and control board is needed which then leads to yesterday when I go home early to wait for the Sears repairman to show up and install the new motor and control board and he shows up and says, “Did you get two boxes or one when you got the delivery of the parts? I said to send to the Unit, not your home, so I’m curious to see what actually arrived.”
Those words did not exactly inspire hope in my heart.
“One box,” I said, wincing.
“I’ll betcha something’s missing,” he predicted, rolling his eyes.
Something was. The control board.
So he went back to his truck to make a phone call and the upshot is: Saturday is the new day for the washer to be fixed.
Meanwhile, the control board is supposed to be delivered to Crescentwood today and I’m hoping the neighborhood kids don’t decide to steal the box and then discover it’s just a control board and throw it out. I’ll never forget the day I saw the kids find a box that had fallen off a UPS truck, open it, discover clothes from LL Bean (and shoes too) and then THROW EVERYTHING OUT IN MY TRASH CAN because they didn’t like it. While I was watching them from my balcony no less.
I expressed my concern about the box being delivered to Crescentwood to the repairman and he was going to try to get it delivered to “Unit” but since that’s where he originally ordered the parts to go, we neither of us have much optimism.
So I’m hoping I find a box on my front step this afternoon when we get home.
It appears that my "interim clothing/underwear" purchase did not extend far enough out. So once again I need to go buy myself some underwear tonight after work. Yuck. And a towel for Kristen because she’s spending the night tomorrow night and there’s no clean towels since I’ve used the two new ones I just bought.
Yes, I know I could go to a Laundromat but, um, I have a WASHER AND DRYER of my own. I don’t want to go to a Laundromat. Plus, trying to get Thomas anywhere near one is like trying to get Jehovah’s Witness to stop door to door proselytizing. Yeah, like that’s going to happen.
Speaking of Jehovah’s Witnesses, I think it is hysterical that Prince is going to door to door in Milwaukee (with his limo and body guards) knocking on people’s door and asking them if they’d “like to talk about Jesus”. I think I even would talk about Jeebus if it meant getting Prince into my house.
Of course, I’d be bored to tears in the interim, but I’d ask tell him, “Gee, I will really think about this Jesus stuff if you will sign this copy of The Watchtower for me, Prince.”
That would be a priceless ritual tool right there. Misterjohn, remember our Black Mass? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Anyway, apparently there’s a “floral arrangement” for me downstairs which I must go fetch. Secretaries Day was yesterday, but whatever, flowers are fun anytime!
Just got back with the flowers! Oo! Lilacs and daffodils. Beautiful and very spring-y. (As in the season. They aren’t boinging around my desk or anything. Although that would be cool.)
I will bring them home tomorrow after work and either put them on the mantel in the dining room or on my altar. They are lovely.
This will just be a short mention about Things of a Sims Nature – I am very proud of myself because this morning Sin and Tom actually broke the 1000 Magicoin barrier which means they can move to Magic Town tonight or tomorrow. I’ve got their mansion picked out and it’s creepy and Haunted Mansion-esque. Also, with the help of some spells, Sin and Julie now get along famously. John is even on her friends list and they hug and “politely” kiss hello and goodbye.
I’m finding having both a dog and a cat in a household can be a real drag. Must remember to limit animals to ONE per household. They are so needy sometimes!
Sometimes when I am petting my own cats now I hear myself creeling, “Here, plicka, plicka, plicka, ooo boojooooojoooojooo!” They don’t seem to mind, but I don’t see any green glowing plus signs above their heads or anything.
Until next time,
Olrun
