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So the water in town was a little wonky today and as a result the school had no water for 3 hours. They finally decided to call it a day at about 1:00, so we all got to come home...YAY (sarcasim)!! That's great you say, go home and put your feet up you say, maybe clean the house and do some laundry...but there are things that you readers don't know...terrible things that may change your opinion of me. Like for instance, on Sunday my new refrigerator stopped working. So my wonderful husband packed some coolers and we used the blessing of cold weather to keep things cool. Yesterday, my husband brought home an old fridge that should have worked, however when it got all settled in and surveyed the job of cooling food for the Grover family it too decided to die rather than do its' job. Yes my friends that's right, two dead refrigerators in 2 days...and they are both still residing in the kitchen. It really is sad. Every time I go into the kitchen I feel this overwhelming desire to open them both just to make sure they are indeed warm and every time I am greeted by warm putrid air. You would think I would learn...I am indeed a clever one. In fact this morning I even decided that perhaps the fridge was confused about what it's purpose was. I lovingly opened the door (while holding my breath) and begged it to work. No luck and what is worse when I slammed the door I almost broke a nail...I suppose that is what I get for throwing tantrums. Anyway, the point of this story is to relay how truly frustrated I am about my kitchen in general. I can't even go in there without feeling as though I am being taunted by not one, but two very irritating refrigerators. So readers, to avoid further injury to myself and the appliances I have taken an oath to not step foot in the darn kitchen (until dinnertime)...not sure who that hurts, but nevertheless there it is, which means that no chores can be done in that room. Also, I am unable to do laundry as it requires me to walk through the kitchen. So for today I am sitting doing nothing while my kitchen and laundry mocks me simply because I am afraid I will lose it and hurt myself by beating a refrigerator that is already dead.
The moral of this story is..if you come to visit, the kitchen will be a disaster and my clothes will stink..but that is ok because as a good hostess I will offer you a drink and my friend those are outside in the cooler so all is well!