thebitterguy

Comparing the last post of this early morning to this one, you can tell I got almost exactly fuck all of sleep. So, naturaly, my lovely martinet-like spouse decided I should get up when she does (because, hey, EVERYONE likes to be on the schedule of someone going to the William Ashley sale).

Of course, there's a reason for this. As one or two of you may know, Cynra & I moved into a new house a year and a bit ago. One of our major purchases was a new washing machine, which we adored significantly. Of course, it turned out to be a fuckin' LEMON, so we've never been able to use the damn bleach dispenser. Sure, that's minor, but you'd think the monkeys at the maintenance place could fix such a minor thing.

You would be wrong. So, the good people at Leon's have been kind enough to give us a replacement, and we decided to throw caution to the winds and buy a dryer, too, since we've been using tape to hold the door shut (a little piece of plastic, how precious such a thing is).

Well, yesterday the nice men from Leons arrived (only a couple hours late) with our new merchandise. The washer was very easy to install (compared to the last one), and even got leveled out PDQ.

The dryer? Ohhh, yes. THERE'S the rub. Because, you see, there's an interesting fact that seems analogous to the eternal hot dog/bun conundrum. Because, you see, you can only buy dryer tubing in eight foot lengths. Would anyone like to know the distance from our dryer's hot air outlet to the exterior vent? 8'2". How do I know this fascinating fact? Because the lovely aluminum dryer vent we purchased, which was eight feet, was exactly (EXACTLY!) two inches short.

So, this morning, I have the lovely duty to buy a hose that'll fit, and then install it. Damn. All I want to do this morning is watch Three Stooges shorts, read Iron Heroes, and eat cereal. Instead, it's on with the pants and off to Rona. I also get to break in the new washer, while the wife is off buying stuff.

Ah, well. Soon enough, I will have my Galactus, and all will be right. And tonight, I spank FOUR people in Star Wars Trivia. High point of last night's game? Answering questions before she finished asking them. Because when it comes to Star Wars trivia, I rock. Ask