Guess what!? Remember how whiny and pathetic I was on Valentine’s Day about having received a pretty new necklace that I LOVE, yet not being happy with that and going on to demand working bigger and better appliances?
Do not despair. (Cause like, I know you totally are.)
What is THIS?
Er, no. Actually he deals with my DIRTY LAUNDRY.
Anyway, he is beautiful and shiny, (I will always gravitate towards the shiny.), and he sings to me and gives me chocolate.
I have to admit that it was kind of distressing as well. There he sat, looking so damn sexy and beside him?
It’s like a bucket of cold water thrown over my heated up bod. No. This will never do.
NOT TO MENTION, the damn thing sounds like the clubbing death of 5 or maybe 6 baby seals. You have no idea how badly this beast squeals and shrieks. Even with the door shut to the utility room it is impossible to relax when the dryer was running. I KNOW the neighbors have considered calling the SPCA on us since we are obviously torturing the dogs.
Then, day before yesterday, Sunday, February 20th 2011, my dear friend Lisa’s husband, Roger, delivered me from the bowels of hell. OK, actually he delivered my new dryer, but you get the gist here.
Roger, if Lisa ever leaves you, I will do your laundry. Love ya, man.