Eights loads of laundry
And this:
Non-working dishwasher
And this:
My closer
You see my point.
The piles of laundry are because I’ve been so busy “fixing”
everything else. A flat tire required a
1-1/2 hour visit to the tire shop. A
broken dishwasher prompted an hour of trying to find the problem, not to
mention the landfill that we used to call the kitchen. Homework is in a class of its own. I don’t remember 4th grade being
this hard the first time around.
The closet is a result of looking for purchase receipts and
warranty cards for the aforementioned dishwasher. I found neither, but did find the owners’
manual. It offered one possible solution
to our problem; it didn’t work, of course.
So I’m stuck with these three
huge messes. The laundry is now started;
the kitchen is next; the closet can wait.
All of which begs the
question: Why am I surfing the Web??
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