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Dec. 13th, 2004
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As The Stomach Turns
Dec. 13th, 2004 11:57 amI got more bad news about my laptop the other day. The damage won't be covered by my warranty since it was due to operator malfunction...me being the malfunction, of course. *sigh* so it is gonna cost me around $150.00 to have repaired. Wah. Honestly, though at this point, I'd pay more just to get the darn thing back. *misses laptop excessively*
I'm at work today, so I'm giddy with decent internet access, I'm trying to catch up on replying to comments people have left me. :) If I've missed you, I'm sorry!
I had a domestic goddess crisis this weekend. I had gotten a wild hair, and decided to pull out my washer and dryer and clean behind them. OMGosh at the industrial!strength!lint that was back there. Gah. So I clamber up and over the appliances until I'm pretty much wedged down between them and the wall. I've got my Clorox wipes, and I'm happily cleaning away. I got through, then it was time to leave....Uh oh. I was stuck! I was home alone and stuck! You know how you hear of stories about trapped animals gnawing parts of themselves off to get free. In a moment of panic, I contemplated gnawing off a butt-cheek...then I got a hold of myself. "Self, (I said) don't be ridiculous! I can do this!" So I somehow managed to hike one foot on top of the dryer with the other foot still on the floor. This is *not* a comfortable position, people. I tried to pull myself up, but I had zero leverage, and the only thing I managed to pull was a muscle in my left bun. OW. I paused to size up the situation, and rest my offended butt-cheek. Finally, I figured out if I hooked my hands over the edge of the dryer, I could get enough leverage to pull myself free. Pull. Wince. Clamber. I hopped up on top of the dryer like a deranged frog. Free at last!! Who needs to climb mountains, or sky dive for adventure? I have adrenaline-laced moments in the comfort of my own home. Jealous? :P
I'm at work today, so I'm giddy with decent internet access, I'm trying to catch up on replying to comments people have left me. :) If I've missed you, I'm sorry!
I had a domestic goddess crisis this weekend. I had gotten a wild hair, and decided to pull out my washer and dryer and clean behind them. OMGosh at the industrial!strength!lint that was back there. Gah. So I clamber up and over the appliances until I'm pretty much wedged down between them and the wall. I've got my Clorox wipes, and I'm happily cleaning away. I got through, then it was time to leave....Uh oh. I was stuck! I was home alone and stuck! You know how you hear of stories about trapped animals gnawing parts of themselves off to get free. In a moment of panic, I contemplated gnawing off a butt-cheek...then I got a hold of myself. "Self, (I said) don't be ridiculous! I can do this!" So I somehow managed to hike one foot on top of the dryer with the other foot still on the floor. This is *not* a comfortable position, people. I tried to pull myself up, but I had zero leverage, and the only thing I managed to pull was a muscle in my left bun. OW. I paused to size up the situation, and rest my offended butt-cheek. Finally, I figured out if I hooked my hands over the edge of the dryer, I could get enough leverage to pull myself free. Pull. Wince. Clamber. I hopped up on top of the dryer like a deranged frog. Free at last!! Who needs to climb mountains, or sky dive for adventure? I have adrenaline-laced moments in the comfort of my own home. Jealous? :P
