I wish this was about all the chaos going on around the world, but nope. It is just about the machines around me and their desire to drive me freaking insane. I have gone on and on about how crazy it makes me that things only have a life span of less than 10 years these days. Yeah, that’s me and I fully accept that I sound like an old man.
Our washing machine has been leaking water from underneath. I could handle if it was spraying me everytime I turned it on, but nope it is on sneak attack. It doesn’t leak all the time and you only discover the leak when you walk in to move laundry to the dryer and you get a sock full of wet. I hate wet socks! So I did the logical thing. I gathered a forum of mothers and discussed it. They had the answers, except SoHubby didn’t cooperate. He did lift up the washer machine, matter of fact he had it up on blocks only not in the front yard, and found nothing. Did you know that there is nothing to see under your washer? I didn’t. Now, I do. So the next logical step was to call a repair man. He arrived and found nothing wrong. Did you get that? FOUND. NOTHING. WRONG! Unless you count his observation that I had too many clothes in the washer. Damn thing still leaks, just not as much. Yeah, that was $87 well spent.
{Let’s stop for a moment. I have a washer with a small, medium, large, extra large and super setting for the water levels. And you guessed it, I packed that bitch like there was no tomorrow. Do you know how much laundry 5 people make? Correction. Do you know how much laundry the 3 little people make? Amber is auditioning to be the next Cher, because she goes through multiple costume changes for the day. I try to make laundry go as fast and efficient as possible. Well, the repair man said that this is what was causing the leak. I relented and started doing the half loads, which makes me shake my head, because what the hell are the last 2 water level settings for it I can’t stuff that bitch? I would, also, like to point out this would be the time SoHubby decided to call me lazy in front of the repairman. The laugh was on him, because the repairman was impress that I was a wife that cooked. I stopped the conversation there, because I don’t need anyone else’s drama. We are all full up here. }
Next to go down was my laptop. I still blame SoHubby for this one. If he wouldn’t have touched it, it would still be alive today. I sent it over to Geek Squad and they gave me the call. Miss, your laptop is fried and we can fix it for about the same amount as buying a new one. I would have been more upset about this if 1.I haven’t wanted a new computer for a long time. and 2. I didn’t save all the pictures on an external hard drive. See there is some movement upstairs. Still sucks having to learn new things and recreate the few Word docs that run my life, because, again, I am an old man and hate change. I will scratch my butt and grumble about it for days just to prove it.
A few of the other things that decided to say screw this working nonsense and go on early retirement: the mighty Suburban blew it’s water pump. It has served us well, but choosing the time I am dropping Amber off at school was not the time to let me know it needed a little attention. I think I blogged about the MayTag refrigerator . If not, it is because I have blocked that whole situation out. Ice chests maybe okay for vacation or a hurricane, but not on a daily basis during regular times. Smoke still comes out of my ears when I think of it. Freakin computer blows. In a freakin refrigerator. You know the thing that keeps food cold. Why the hell does my refrigerator need a computer. Maybe if it was so smart with it’s computer and all it could make a dinner that my kids would actually eat. It took everything I had not to beat the repairman when he suggested a surge protector for the FREAKIN REFRIGERATOR. The oven which decided to stop, you know, heating. Like the only reason you have an oven.
I just can’t take anymore revolts. I mean if you have grievances, come to me, let me know what you need for us to work in harmony and I will take it under consideration before I laugh in your face. You bitches work for me and I don’t like when things don’t work. My kids learn new words when things don’t work. Okay, they may learn new words other times, too, but that is not the point! Machines were put here to serve and serve they shall. Or maybe I will just cry in a corner and pray that the next thing to go doesn’t actually blow the house up.
