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Wednesday, December 08, 2004Things That Break.....You know those spinning arms that hang underneath the top rack of a dishwasher? Mine fell off. Yes, indeed. I opened the dishwasher one afternoon, in order to start unloading it. And there, lying on top of the plates and pots, was the spinning arm. Obviously it had spun itself into a frenzy, and flew off. It wasn't a case of a loose screw, either (I've got plenty of those, at any rate). The thing broke -- actually snapped off. The most fortuitous part of this is that fact that it happened exactly two days before the five-year warranty on our house ran out. (Read: We didn't have to pay for the repair.) After three attempts at making a repair request, a man who completely lacked any semblage of a personality phoned me to ask what we needed. And quite a number of days later, a repairman showed up -- and fixed the severed dishwasher limb with a few spins of his electric screwdriver. Now, you may be thinking, goodness me! She had to do dishes by hand for how long? Nope. I don't do dishes by hand. It's not in my job description. What I did do was crawl halfway into the dishwasher twice a day and jam the broken arm onto the feed pipe in the back so that I could run the dishes through. It always flew off at some point during the wash cycle, but my dishes were coming out clean, so I didn't care much. Anyway, I've got a working dishwasher now. This morning, though, I entered my laundry room to discover that my nifty little ironing board hanger had decided to dive off of the wall for no apparent reason, leaving my ironing board and iron lying on the floor. So I spent a few minutes today refastening it to the wall, and was feeling mighty proud of myself when I seemed to have achieved my goal. A few short minutes ago, I discovered my ironing board lying on the floor again. And you know what? My iron is probably completely dead after what, to an iron, was a several-story fall -- twice. I don't even want to know. I didn't even check. I will pull it out next Tuesday (ironing day) and wonder why it's not working. Two weeks before Christmas is not a good time to buy a new iron. If my husband starts showing up at work with wrinkly pants, you'll know why. |
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I am: Mother to five stunningly individualistic children... Writer of young adult fantasy... Passionate advocate for Women At Home... Madly in love with my husband... In need of Organic Gourmet Chocolate on a regular basis. I've got a Paypal account if you'd like to contribute to the cause....
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