“And that’s just the tip of the fritzberg …” *

My appliances have, for reasons unknown, joined the appliance revolt begun over at Bolder’s, carried on in the karmic appliance sinkhole at TriMama’s (check out her last question of the week), and are truly attempting to push me off the deep end! As if last month's epic struggle in Laptop Land wasn't enough ...

The furnace technician left here last night assuring me that the problem was the contact he replaced, and it would now blow. Today it blows – for about a minute at a time. Do I have time for this? Nope! I skipped going to the pool yesterday for a hot date with the furnace technician. Today I teach. Tomorrow is Mom’s birthday … and the list goes on! (On the up side, at least the weather is warmer this week!)

The coffee maker, evidently egged on by the furnace, decided to try to blow. The best it could manage was to spit hot water all over the counter. (On the up side, the counter is now very clean.)

When I’m stressed, I gravitate either towards sparkly things … or toys. I think these cubes are a hoot – and although I really don’t want one, today I seem to have a craving! (Better than stress eating, I guess!)



* Fred, Season 5, Angel