I don't understand it--I'm such an inoffensive, sweet, timid gal.
|Not a word.|
The reason I suspect the diabolical is that this past week has been hell on greased wheels.
With no brakes.
First, I was driving down the road (as one does), minding my own business, when insistent buzzing sounded. Now, for those who aren't in the know, I'm a ninny when it comes to bugs. Especially the stingy, bitey kind.
I'd rather be shot.
Anyway, I rolled down the passenger window to let the little bleeper out. No problem. Until the window wouldn't roll up. On the off chance it was my controls, I asked my little girl to roll it up from the passenger side. Well. She's never sat up front before and only did so this time because it was a short trip down the road. And because of this lack of know-how, she rolled the window further down rather than up.
I'm not proud to say I yelled so loud she jumped half out of the car and burst into tears. So, upon arriving home, I had to contend with a uncooperative window and a catatonic child.
In the rain.
|For two days.|
That was last Friday.
On Monday, my fridge started leaking on the kitchen floor. I don't mean a little piddle, either.
|Get your suits, kids!|
Hold up, ya'll. We're not done yet.
That same day, my washer dumped a full load of water all over the laundry room floor.
I took it pretty well.
Will I miss watching it shimmy across the floor like Chubby Checker? No. I will not.
|Before we go shopping...|
|After we return ...|