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Are those my only choices? [Oct. 16th, 2009|05:01 pm]
A church message board told me today that:

Challenges can make you bitter or strong.

Really, one or the other? How about both?

I mean, okay, so I finally think that maybe, just maybe, the slovenly will not be at epic levels for Halloween -- oh, it will still be slovenly, but it will be sty based on two weeks of Faire, crafting and not cleaning much, as opposed to oh, I dunno 13 weeks of that. Two ciders will get me over the former. "F-it, I'm FEEDING them, they can just deal."

Hey, despite the Connecticut, the blonde, the fondness for chickens and the fact that we've both carved turnip jack o' lanterns, I'm no Martha Stewart.

But when it's really bad, it's just like putting a cast iron griddle press on my Grilled Cheese of Inadequacy.

So, I may have actually felt glee for just a few seconds, thereby prompting the washing machine switch mechanism -- the part that SHUTS the GD water off -- to fail, filling the basement with inches of water. It's a big basement. Enough water to pour out the basement door. It was set on warm and it used up all of the hot water. Which means a large amount of cold water as well.

So instead of finishing the cleaning, achieving a bare minimum level of sanitation, we spent the morning, shop-vac'ing the basement. And my parents arrived early, so that they could then stomp on my Grilled Cheese of Inadequacy. Oh, they tried not to...and I will admit to a fair amount of self-imposed inadequacy, sitting there, suddenly noticing the agouti-sized hairball in the hallway, under the bench. Realizing that above my Dad's head, a cobweb wafted in the breeze.

Okay, okay, fine. On the other hand, I got my Christmas present early, and my parents bought us a new washer. Which of course, just put a Boulder on the Grilled Cheese, since I'm 46 years old and my parents, who are retired, are funding a basic household appliance. But hey, new washing machine!

It's more efficient, will use less water, less electricity, clean clothes better. Yay!

But, of course, just last week, the laundry detergent I use was on sale for half price. So I stocked up. I have 6 bottles. The new machine requires the High Efficiency detergent. So, today, I had to go get MORE detergent.

Yeah. Strong AND bitter. You get that way when you realize that your Grilled Cheese is the ping pong table your life is played upon.

[User Picture]From: im_geva
2009-10-16 09:56 pm (UTC)

Think of it this way...

That washing machine is way more useful than another sweater or tablecloth or god-knows-what-else they could give you.

It probably appeals to their 'Yankee sensibility'

At least your washing machine won't make you fat.

I swear to god my mother gave me the fancy TV because I told her I'd started watching McNeil Lehrer News Hour. And thus I blame her for the extra ten pounds I'm carrying around because I spend too much time parked in front of it.

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[User Picture]From: pyratelady
2009-10-17 11:51 am (UTC)
Hey, despite the Connecticut, the blonde, the fondness for chickens and the fact that we've both carved turnip jack o' lanterns, I'm no Martha Stewart.

Well for one thing, she has an army of staff to take care of things like The Slovenly.

P.S. Let's compare detergent notes. I may be able to offload your stock for you. "Detergent notes" sounds like the kind of idea that would get someone fired from a winery or a parfumery.
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