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Living From Estimate to Estimate

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(Photo stolen from these guys)

Life kicks you when you're down sometimes, dunnit? In the past couple of weeks we've had both cars in the shop for repairs or maintenance on four separate occasions, three different mechanics. All's well (for now).

And then the pressure gauge thingy on the pressure tank of the dairy's very large water system (which feeds our house) took a dive this weekend, and the resulting high pressure made our water heater start squirting all over the place. Two plumbers and many, many sopping towels later, and we need a new water heater (which will be installed some time Monday, or maybe Tuesday . . . fingers crossed).

IN THE MEANTIME . . . I took the girls over to my parents' house last night to shower all three of us. At home the water will get warm -- just. Not warm enough for little kids, and just for a little while; not long enough for three showers, certainly.

I did manage to get a shower this morning -- glory hallelujah! Some people need caffeine in the morning; I need shampoo. A word of caution, however:

Never shave your legs with cold water. When you've got chicken skin, you can't tell when to stop shaving.

Wish me luck this weekend. I may spend half of it in a laundromat.

(also posted at http://foolery.typepad.com/foolery/)

Comments

We bought a new washer from Sears, a Kenmore top of the line front loader. Well it was on sale and a month later it was discontinued. I found out why this top of the line garbage was discontinued experientially.

We've had to endure the laundry mat for 2 weeks, till they fixed it and another week afterwards when they had to fix what they fixed.

Never got reimbursed by Sears despite their saying they would.

Had nothing but problems for 2 years until finally they said, "Oh you have a lemon clause."
That's what I asked them when the drum went out the first time, yes it went out twice.

So now we have a good top loading whirlpool and no problems.

As Winston said, I call him Winston but mummy called him Winny but that's another story,
"These are the times that try men's souls!"

Nothing tries (wo)men's souls quite like a laundry pile so high it creates its own weather patterns. And I do love my Whirlpool top-loader! Maybe we should do a testimonial ad for them, Anthony . . .

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