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Murphy's Law and other inconveniences...
Saturday, June 3rd, 2006 08:38 pmYou know, whoever came up with Murphy's Law, as I said in a previous post, deserves to be drawn and quartered! Our dryer committed the appliance equivalent of suicide, waiting to do this, of course, when we're running low on clean towels. I threw a load of towels in, tossed in the dryer sheet, set it, and turned it on, and started to walk out, picking up the laundry basket so I could start another load of laundry when the dryer squealed, and shuddered. I turned and leaped back, turning the dial to stop just as it stopped itself. I jumped back, just in case it decided to add dramatics to the equation... like arcing. Or catching on fire. Jumping up to do the hokey pokey. Whatever. However, it didn't do anything, and I walked away from it to mull it over, and later went back to try starting it experimentally. Nothing. Nada. I sighed and called the Husbandly One. "It's dead," I said.
"It lived a good life," he replied with a sigh.
It was at that moment that I realized we had kept that thing going for ten years. Not bad for an electric dryer. The irony is that we had been talking about getting a gas dryer when we saw we had a gas hookup. Perhaps we shouldn't have done it in front of the dryer. Evidently, we took away its will to live!
So... we decided rather than try to fix the poor thing, we'd just go ahead and make the purchase, buy a new one, a gas dryer. Originally, we were going to wait, budget it in, but... well... whenever the Husbandly One and I make plans, the Universe leaps up and bites us on the ass. Hard.
In other news, the Impertinent Daughter actually woke up feeling somewhat better. By the time we had breakfast, she was almost, but not quite, her normal self. Not quite the bouncy, zip around the house ballistic missile she normally is, but it was nice to see her want to read, and draw (Dragons, of course. We're rather on a dragon kick, and she found one of my old sketchbooks from my own dragon kick and now I find myself once again drawing dragons and fire lizards), and go outside.
The Impossible Son vacillates between, "I'm fine, I wanna go play!" and "My throat hurts, I'm tired, I wanna go lay down." He lays down for exactly 8 minutes, and then he's up and "Where's my flying pizza disk? Wanna go throw it with me, Mama?"
I tell you one thing, if the Husbandly One wants to keep Auntie from being a snarly bear, he'd better go hit the grocery store and bring back some Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie. chocolate makes everything better. Everything!
"It lived a good life," he replied with a sigh.
It was at that moment that I realized we had kept that thing going for ten years. Not bad for an electric dryer. The irony is that we had been talking about getting a gas dryer when we saw we had a gas hookup. Perhaps we shouldn't have done it in front of the dryer. Evidently, we took away its will to live!
So... we decided rather than try to fix the poor thing, we'd just go ahead and make the purchase, buy a new one, a gas dryer. Originally, we were going to wait, budget it in, but... well... whenever the Husbandly One and I make plans, the Universe leaps up and bites us on the ass. Hard.
In other news, the Impertinent Daughter actually woke up feeling somewhat better. By the time we had breakfast, she was almost, but not quite, her normal self. Not quite the bouncy, zip around the house ballistic missile she normally is, but it was nice to see her want to read, and draw (Dragons, of course. We're rather on a dragon kick, and she found one of my old sketchbooks from my own dragon kick and now I find myself once again drawing dragons and fire lizards), and go outside.
The Impossible Son vacillates between, "I'm fine, I wanna go play!" and "My throat hurts, I'm tired, I wanna go lay down." He lays down for exactly 8 minutes, and then he's up and "Where's my flying pizza disk? Wanna go throw it with me, Mama?"
I tell you one thing, if the Husbandly One wants to keep Auntie from being a snarly bear, he'd better go hit the grocery store and bring back some Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie. chocolate makes everything better. Everything!
