One of the main servants here at Becher Haus died the other day. My dear old dishwasher began putting up such a fuss (okay, more of a pissing and moaning contest) about the two (or three) loads a day that it was required to wash that, in order to survive the days here, I went out to Sears today and ordered up a new one. Saturday the new Bosch arrives, and the carcass of the old one will be hauled out... for a ten dollar fee. Seriously, they act like that's going to deter you from making them make it go away. I suppose there are tightwads who would rather pinch the ten bucks and spend half that on the gas to drive out into the backwoods to throw it in a ditch, but seriously, ten bucks? It made me giggle a little. It took me by surprise, though, that the saleswoman remembered us from the washer/dryer purchase back in the fall, but I guess there are worse things to be memorable for.
Today was a 'girl's day out' from Becher Haus, because the boys were all still sickly, and still more because the three-year-old has become a most vocal spawn of Satan in his misery. I just needed peace (relative), quiet (again, relative), and the open road, with some 'All-American Rejects' in the cd player. No-Amy burned me a disc, which I have loved from the word go, so I picked up the "enhanced" version and their previous disc, seeing as how I was braving Best Buy anyway. I mean, once you've managed to find a parking spot, what the hell. I should've gotten a flatscreen while I was at it, but I'm still hoping the birthday fairy will remember. He has a few extra days off between now and my birthday... I might have to start leaving post-its everywhere.
Things are relatively calm here at present, so I'm going to sneak off to read/knit/nap, as the mood strikes me. Tomorrow I have a paperwork snarl to sort through, so that I don't make Deb cry as she helps me wade through getting it all together for the tax guy. Type at y'all latah, knittas. C