My So-Called Perfunctory Existence

My mother's logic (or lack thereof)

With a sound similar to the gates of hell being
opening, our washer crapped out 2 days ago.
And I don't blame it-it was 24 years old! Since
my father was going to leave on a business
trip, my mum fretted about what we were
going to do (like that makes sense) and
hemmed and hawed over 13 different
washers before she found one that she liked.
So when I awakened this morning, I found a
new washer coming into our house. I was
surprised though that we didn't spring for a
new dryer too. That's 24 years old too. Sure,
let's keep the one that will probably set fire to
the house and kill us all in our sleep. Great.

John's coming back tonight! WAHOO! I can
breathe easily for the first time in 11 days...

Softball's tonight-hope we continue our
winning streak...of one game.

Keep cool everybody, I'm going out to get me a
tan...or more accurately a burn.