Coffee Might Help

Fall and I are having a love/hate relationship. While I'm thrilled that under-boob-sweat weather is over for a while, my nose is trying to out do Mother Nature, spewing forth all the colors of the rainbow.

Can't we all just get along?

Between the allergy medications and the noggin doc suggesting I temporarily increase my "batshit crazy" drugs (after my little erm.. outburst at Bossman, even though she thought he deserved it) I pretty much go into lala dreamland everytime I sit still for more than five minutes. Sleep is good. Sudden coma-like unconsciousness is not.

Remember the broken washer I've been battling for like.. ever? I tried using Locktite to stick the aggitator back on the shaft.. and it worked for one load before it broke loose again. We've had the stupid thing for 14 years, since buying it used from some guy up on the mountain who buys old ones and rebuilds them. I have no idea how old it is, but buying a replacement part was out of the question. For the past few months, I've been using a broom handle to get everything stirred up good and we've accumulated a pile of bedspreads, etc. that were just too big to tackle by hand.

I finally couldn't stand it anymore and my tightwad arse applied for a Lowe's card, got $400 credit and bought myself a washer. It's an off brand I'd never heard of, but it's the same brand Thelma has and she swears by it. I picked it up last night, it's still on the back of the truck. I'm trying to work up the energy to go waller it up on the porch.. then waller the old one out.. then the old one in.

Or I might just ride around with it on the back of the truck.

I'm looking forward to the next week without Bossman. I can't wait to see if he'll have a new attitude when he gets back next week.

Anywho.. time to start appliance wallerin'. Ya'll have a good one.

Later Taters!