|Picture this with bathing suits|
instead of fancy clothes and
that's where we were in regard
to the chair savers.
Later this week, I am very excited to say, I will be going away again. This time just me with my friend LG (you remember her from the New Orleans trip). We are going to Florida to visit her mother. We have lots of fun things planned and I am really looking forward to it. As I told LG, the best part will be that I will not have to utter the following phrases at any time during our trip: "pay attention," "watch where you're going," "stop it," "get off her/him," or "I don't think you need a fourth ice cream today." Also, I will only have to pack/ make a list for myself. Oh, and I am using frequent flyer miles, so another free trip for DTC. If only
Speaking of The Party, it's his assertion that my last post, Boys Are Just Terminally Wrong, was actually making fun of him. Uh hello? Everything is not about you. I can't help it that when I share my observations about life Party thinks it's about him. Sure, he was in a fraternity and sure he won't carry a bag, but the post could hardly be characterized as mocking him personally. And really, it wasn't even mocking. It was descriptive, or thought provoking, if you will. One might say that Party and other male-type people might want to use this as a spring board for introspection. It could be the first step on the way to enlightenment and self-awareness. I will be waiting for all my thank you notes.
Now, if I wanted to hassle The Party, I would tell you what happened the other day when I went to do laundry. If I was trying to give him a hard time, I would tell you that, in an effort to be helpful, I was doing laundry after our trip, as no one had any underwear, but ran into a problem, thanks to him. I put a load of laundry in the washing machine and went about other things in the house. I had to run an errand before taking my shower and figured I would throw the stuff in the dryer on my way out.
**side bar - my errand was that I realized, as I was about to get in the shower to get ready for a black tie event, that I had neglected to buy the requisite foundation garment so I had to rush out to the store. My back-up item happened to be in the washer so I figured if my trip was a failure, I at least had something clean that might work and would be dry. Timing was of the essence here. I had not scheduled in a trip to the store.**
So, I go to put the clothes in the dryer, but I notice the washer has some weird code and says "add items." WTF - add items?? Who is the boss around here? I decide how much stuff gets washed at a time, not the washer. Anyhoo, I figure the washer was may be off balance so I reach in to move the clothes around. This is already a problem. The clock is ticking. Because we have a new extra large, top loading, no agitator (it's a beauty) washer this task is kind of difficult. Why you ask? I will tell you. It's a problem because in order for me to reach the bottom, I have to hoist myself up on my tippy toes and lean my whole body into the washer. The edge of the washer is digging into my ribs and I can't breath and the blood is rushing to my head. Oh, and my toes are now a little bit off the ground. And no, I am not making this up.
I climb back out of the washer (tick tick tick) and start the machine. Lots of moving and wiggling (by the machine), but no water, and now no code either. Gahhhhh!! I have to go! Stop the washer, reset it, start the washer again. Same deal. It's starting, but no water is coming out. Nothing is flashing. It seems as if the washer is actually "working" but just without water. Are you kidding me!?!?!
|This washing machine|
debacle was the thanks
I got for trying to be helpful.
Despite the fact that I have now wasted quite a bit of time that I don't have, I take a minute to e-mail Party and ask him how long he figures I just screwed around at the washer trying to figure out that he turned off the water. His cheery response was that how could he not use our new valve now that it's so easy to reach. And oops, he's sorry, he meant to tell me. He was not sorry at all. AT ALL I tell you. He thinks it's funny that I have a hard time reaching into the washer and that my toes dangle. I know he was chuckling to himself just thinking about it.
So, as you can see, my last post in no way was meant to give The Party a hard time. If I wanted to bother him, I would have written something along the lines of the above. But, I would never do that because I am a ray of sunshine and wouldn't want him to think people are taking my side against him. So Party, you are welcome for not making fun of you. xo