Bad Things Happen In Threes

Three is a very expensive number around here.  Because three BAD, expensive, things have happened this weekend.

1.  Hubby is sick.  Enough said about that yesterday.

The Good: No desire to go out on this three-day weekend and spend lots of money.

2.  Both electrical outlets in the laundry room have gone kaput. My washing machine gave a funny little sqwak, then stopped dead in the middle of a cycle.  Jiminy crickets! That washing machine is barely a year old, and one of those mega-mega expensive front-loaders.  I commenced pushing buttons frantically - nope, deader then a doornail. There’s the guilty party on the left.  Red with shame.

Phew, thank goodness I had the good sense to unplug it and try another outlet before calling in that expensive repairman. It wasn’t the machine after all, but the outlets.    Though it looks like I’m going to have to call in an expensive repairman to fix the outlets.  But at least I can buy myself a little time.  I think I’ll wait a while to call him (or her, musn’t be sexist, but I can’t see any woman in her right mind wanting to wear that blue uniform, bow tie, and little cap) and see if anything else goes out.  That way I only have to pay for one service call.

Oh, by the way, this WHOLE ENTIRE HOUSE is barely a year old, too!  Yeah, I know what you’re thinking - builder’s warranty.  Nope, we’re among those lucky people whose builder went belly-up in the recent interesting times.  So, no builder - no fixee.

The Good: I have a really long extension cord that reaches to a plug in the kitchen.

3.  This one is so bad I can’t even bring myself to type it. Ok I will whisper it -*somebody, i don’t know who, left the freezer door open, and everything defrosted.  shhhhhhhhh*.  Everything, except maybe the hotdog buns, is RUINED.  The darn thing has a warning buzzer, but since it’s out in the garage I guess we never heard it.

Luckily, we have been married so long that we didn’t feel the need to engage in heated recriminations and fruitless finger-pointing.  But just between you, me and the wall I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me.  I just can’t remember the last time I was in there.  But really it doesn’t matter.  Now we just have to deal with the dismal aftermath.

Since we got this freezer (hey, about a year ago, I guess everything went to heck about a year ago!) I’ve been trying to decide if I liked it.  I’ve really been on the fence.  This one is an upright that replaced a chest-style freezer.  I never had this problem with the chest freezer, because gravity made sure that the door shut completely on that one.  It’s true I had to root around in there to find stuff, but it was no big deal.

So now I think I wish I’d bought a chest freezer again.

The Good: It’s ALL BAD!

But let’s face it,  these things happen.  It’s just Life.  So we get on with it.

Happy Birthday to my dad! 70 years-young yesterday. I wasn’t there to celebrate (he’s in Cali), but I know my siblings gave him a great time.  I embroidered some tea-towels for him - with muscle cars on them (a ‘70 Corvette and a ‘57 Chevy Bel Air).  Heh heh, I hope he likes them. The apple (tessie-apple) doesn’t fall far from the tree (dad-tree).  He’s the biggest tightwad I know.  He’s seventy years old and continues to grow in his tightwadedness.   Yay! What an example to the world.