Our brand new washing machine, which I was already not on good terms with, broke last week. Low blow, washing machine, low blow. Now I hate it something decent, but I don't know how to retaliate. Give it the cold shoulder? Pee in its cornflakes? I'll just write nasty things about it on the internet and call it even.
The deal is: we call the manufacturer, they call some local repair company, and this local joint sends someone out to fix our hateful washer whenever they feel like it. Which may or may not be some time in the next two weeks. I don't have enough clothes to last me until then! I'm already wearing things from my drawer of clothes that do not really fit me or look nice. Today it was an american gothic style blouse (yeah, a blouse) and jeans that look amazing when I put them on and ten seconds later are baggy in the ass and knees. My last pair of normal socks are on my feet right now. In two weeks I'll be deep into the bag of completely out of style and weird clothes I meant to donate to the salvation army in 1998.
So, who wants to hang out in two weeks? I'll be wearing this cat sweater and green hot pants. Let's go somewhere public.
3 comments:
Do I remember this sweater?
seriously this is why you are married to a lawyer -- THEY BETTER GET THEIR REPAIRING ASS OVER HERE TOMORROW OR..........
You are welcome to bring your laundry here.
LOVE
M.O.M.
I vote for wearing your wedding cocktail dress out while food shopping! Do you still have one of our matching leopard face swimsuits? That would be good for jogging... nice and breathable.
this is all a goldmine... I'm glad I'm just dumb enough to read all these in reverse order. hahaha
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