“That’s the 3rd plate I’ve broken this morning, and I’m all
I have had tough days before, but never a day like this. I’ve been dropping, spilling, and knocking over things since I got up, an it’s not even noon. That POD; Jamestown dishwasher advertisement and your thread #515!
“My nerves and my headache and my emotional problems and my back.” I’ve got medications for those things…or, wait a minute…I did yesterday…am I…all out? A purse full of empty bottles. Quick! I check the medicine chest. But nothing in there seems to work anymore. “What am I going to do?” I cry softly.
For the love of everything that is Holly!!! I am struggling, to be genuinely happy for you, upon this most of most of all beatific dishwasher finds. I have had to take to my bed. Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to sit up and take fluids (vodka + pill(s).
With shoulder-to-the-wheel. Again, I cry softly. Go into my kitchen and face that “piece-of-shit” MOL, 2003, Frigidaire, Premier dishwasher. “How will I get by without that most unique, and yet easy to load, Jamestown dishwasher you just happened to stumble upon?”
“There. There.” I have had to console myself.
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