posted by Nina 4 Comments

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Laurie Fraser
4/6/2011 4:42:03 PM
I don't think it's technology, I think it's today! Although in this house it started last night with the cable going out. When I called the company yet again I was told to unplug everything so they could hit the "special switch" (is it just me or does that sound suspicious?). It's still fritzing out. Today we had the phone people out to fix the distributor box, but it was fried so he had to rewire a few things. The window people came to replace the same window for the FOURTH time in six months (why it's taken so long is beyond me) and still got it wrong, so when I called customer service again and I explained, no, summed up,(and surprisingly not only kept my voice to a tolerable level but also didn't use any of the four letter words I know) they put me through immediately to a supervisor who said he'd come tonight to check it out. Since my husband had to head off this afternoon for three days, I took the ankle-biter to a writer meeting with a friend where he decided to cry, wriggle, cry more, refuse to hang out with Diane, wiggle, squirm, and topped it off with a big, fat messy diaper! Sigh. I'd go to bed but the sweet little rug-rat says it's not time yet! And just a question, why do the pharmacists insist on stapling the instructions to the bag? Why not fold it up and put it inside, so nobody would get the dreaded staple to the finger?

Nancy
4/6/2011 6:30:25 PM
I agree with Laurie. It's today. I've dropped so many things today, I can't even count how many. And does the hole in the bottom of the huge bag of Puppy Chow count? Went to the grocery store, took one tube of shampoo off the rack, and down they came, like dominoes only much bigger (but quieter!)I'm glad the caps were screwed on. I went to Lowe's to buy flower pots, and I was lucky they were the unbreakable ones when they tumbled off the top of my cart... I've been wondering if I'm being set up. There better not be a hidden camera somewhere...

Nina Cordoba
4/6/2011 8:55:51 PM
Well, I'd like to blame today, but it's every day for me. My parents used to jokingly call me "Prony" because I was so accident prone (a.k.a. klutzy). People laugh at my hatred of the kitchen, but I cut, burn, or pinch myself practically every time I'm in there. That's probably why I don't mind doing laundry as much as kitchen duty...much safer.

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