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Wordless Wednesday

Wordful Wednesday – Handy Men

Karen

This is my utility room. You know, where we keep the washer and dryer:

Messy Utility Room

And yes, it IS that small.

And no, it’s not usually that messy. (USUALLY).

But that’s okay, I really don’t mind. I never spend any time in there anyway (*cough*) so what do I care?

(Okay, that makes it sound like I never do laundry and that’s simply not true. I do laundry ……… occasionally).

Anyway, our dryer started making popping noises the other day – seriously, it sounded like someone put a bag of popcorn into the drum – when finally, one day, it simply stopped drying and I started smelling smoke, as in electrical smoke.

Kevin finally figured out how to get into it opened it and once he figured out what he was looking at determined that some sort of, um, round thingie with teeth (I’m so mechanically inclined) was stripped.

Or some such. I sort of tuned him out whenever I discovered it was fixable. I mean, I SAW his lips moving but all I heard was “wah wah wah … part … wah wah … should be able to fix it”

Yay!

So, my wonderful man went to one of those mysterious parts warehouse places (I’ve yet to step into one of those stores – they scare me), picked up the EXACT part (because he had the foresight to have the model number AND the part in hand when he went) for only $35 dollars and fixed it.

Now it purrs.

And it’s drying once again.

And I can do laundry once again.

Yay.

(Did you hear the sarcasm?)

Wordless Wednesday

Wordful Wednesday: The Ass Family!?

Karen

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I’m on IT, baby! Being wordy is what I do! 😀

I always seem to get stuck behind this car every day while I’m waiting for Jazz to get out of school:

The Ass Family

Now I ask you, what sort of MOM puts that on her big-ass SUV?

I’m seriously curious.

And I was seriously nervous about taking this picture because I was afraid she might see me taking a picture and jump out to kick my ass.

Like I would LET her. *snort*

I wonder how her children feel being compared to asses?

And if I were to apply this to my family? (Which I never would – my family are NOT asses, thank-you-very-much), it would go a little something like this:

Smart-ass – Kevin (because he’s, well, smart).
Dumb-ass – Me. Totally.
Wise-ass – Dude. (He has that part down pat, actually).
Kiss-ass – Jazz (is actually REALLY good at brown-nosing me).

And now, I’m done. I do believe this is the first (and hopefully last) time I’ve used the word ass so many times in one post.

I feel dirty now.