The washing machine has gone tits up AGAIN!! (after spending 150 bucks to fix it just a month ago) the dishwasher was broken then magically replaced by the dishwasher that fell from heaven (PTL), the toaster only works when its in the mood, the blower on the wood stove sounds like "The Vent" from hell AND now the refrigerator has decided to die. Mind you, this is not a dodgy old fridge but a five years young little number. I guess I should have paid more attention to the signs. The thing has been bleeding for awhile now.
Like the day I came home to find that my trusty food preserver turned Old Faithful was gushing a milky substance all across the kitchen floor. Wha??
Since that fateful day, my good ole Whirlpool has been well, pooling.
Last night-after grocery shopping no less-I returned home to a friendly aroma. Ode to spoiled milk? Parfume du soggy broccoli? Ah, the heady nose of Onions Ala Room Temperature, plus all of the above.
Rather than actually deal with the situation at hand, I am
It's calamity madness I tell you!