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Seriously folks, do you all have problems with everything breaking at once? This week, my washing machine broke--I mean that's the kiss of death for our 5 kid family! Okay, it does work on everything but the delicate cycle, but now my thongs are rolled up in a ball and for all the world looks like a shredded cat toy. Yesterday I resorted to taking my undies outside to pound them on the curb with a rock. Worked pretty good. And hey, I watch National Georgraphic. I know how those Ugandans wash. I'll have to say I kept my top on. No since pinching a nipple, cuz that's what mammograms are for.
Anyway. moving on. My dishwasher is also fried. We've had it for two years and it always had problems from day one. We spent 9 months out of those 24 eating out of paperplates, drinking from Dixie cups, and cutting steaks with plastic utensils. Oh, now THAT'S an unfrustrating experience (I KNOW I made that word up, so don't go on with your "Ooooo she's an author and she doesn't even know her words" however true that is.) So we're putting in a Bosch today. My husband is so excited because they're so quiet. Ya see, in Norway, where he's from, they run everything on 220 (240?--okay, I never said i was a genius) and so things are so much quieter there. You can hardly hear the vacuum cleaners unless they suck up a cat. I chuckle to myself because, I mean, QUIET?? Who the hell can here how quiet a damn dishwasher is in OUR house. Seriously. I can hardly hear myself think most of the time. So I've decided to stop altogether. Frankly, I'd like to hear the dishwasher running. It means it's working. It means NO paper plates, broken forks, or Dixie cups stained with red wine.
Last but not least, one of the phones went kaput. I think a teenager overloaded its circuits. As I see it, one less channel through which a telemarketer will repeat, "but wait..." or "30 day refund if your not entirely satisfied." They know me too well on this last one. I would completely forget I ordered whatever it was, much less to call in for the refund.
Does that mean my brain is broken, too? I think it is. but I blame it on either solar flares or mercury in retrograde. It could happen, right?
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Hi there, How are you? I know. Why is it that there is always such a high price to pay for leaving the family? I often wonder if it is worth it and sometimes just opt to stay home rather that face the stark reality of returning home. I have never been away long enough. My idea of an ideal vacation is Leonard and Anna leave and I am home alone. My shoe buying adventure in Los Angeles was, needless to say, fun and interesting. One big observation was that the atmosphere of a showroom was dictated by the showroom owner. Most were pleasant, some aloof, one just downright icky. The owner was such a bitch. I wanted to say, " listen lady, you are selling shoes, not saving lives and while we are on the subject have you notice that I am the one with the money who is buying them?" Everyone working there is rude and uptight. But, so many nice people. My most fun was going to Rodeo Drive and handing out my business cards and talking to sales people. I see you have abandoned your fiction. You have a good start. As a reader I want more of the emotional and thought process descriptions explained through dialog and more discriptions of the enviroment and surroundings. Oh, I put in a Bosch diswasher after 8 years with a GE that I had to wash the dishes before I put them inside and then listen to it bump and grind through its pathetic cycles. I do respect my Bosch for its discretion. I just could never get used to wearing a thong. The world will just have to deal with my pantie line cause I am not going around all day with my underwear up my crack. I have found some boy cut underwear that don't have elastic on the legs so at least I can't see a line-- if I bother to look. Have fun on tax day. I think if every American had to pay quarterly taxes, there would be a major tax revolt. I am just amazed by people who think they won the lottery because they get a tax return. NO. The government has had your money instead of you. It is yours. They took it. It should have been in your bank account, earning you interest or buying your Christmas presents. Most people do not seem to understand that it is their money. Maybe I need a talk show. Linda
Posted by: Linda Louise | April 15, 2004 01:04 AM