So if I didn't post today, I knew the rumors would be a flying. Kidding. A little.
I've had an eventful morning already and it's only 8:20. Okay, eventful might be a little indulgent of a word.
Basically? I had this entire day mentally blocked off as an at-home day by force. BECAUSE we had a new washer delivery happening, get this, anywhere from 7am-7pm. How about that for a HUGE TWELVE HOUR TIME SPAN.
Our washer died on us Sunday night, mid-load, full of jeans and soggy clothes...like, in gallons of water. I really can't complain about the life of that washing machine because we bought it on craigslist for like, nothing, and then used it for another almost 4 years with no issue. It's just, the whole mid-load thing was fun to deal with. eyeroll.
A 12 hour time span of when they could drop off? Fabulous. That means I was summoned to my house all day.
But GUESS! WHAT!
At 7:25am I hear my dog fa-reaking out at the door, which can only mean one thing. UPS is dropping off a shipment, OR, my washing machine was being delivered. And we all know UPS doesn't drop off this early (at least around here). I threw on something somewhat presentable and that didn't show my butt or my boobs (seriously, nothing fits these days, so sue me)--and ran down the steps to let them in.
I couldn't believe it. They were here. By 7:30am. And now the whole day was wide open. HOW DID MY LUCK GET THAT GOOD?? And what did I do to deserve this? I am typically the girl waiting home during the time period they claim they'll come, watching the hours tick away, and then finally getting a call in the last 5 minutes of their time-slot saying "Oh, we're sorry, we have to bump you until tomorrow!"
For real. That has happened. And an entire day has been ruined.
But these guys came in, like pro's, were sweet as friggin' pie to me, and even found a huge stack of embarrassing colored thongs and undies behind my old washer (not kidding. one had neon hearts on it. oh the shame.), and tried to act all non-chalant like it didn't happen. Until I was all state-the-obvious, "OH MY GOSH, OOPS, MY UNDERWEAR! I'm sure this happens to you all the time! BUT-SORRY, Guy!"
I probably should have just ignored it. These things don't easily embarrass me but they probably should.
|underwear=bottom right corner. I don't fib about this stuff.|
For an added bonus--my kid was asleep during the whole thing, too (and still is!), and I ate breakfast alone, in peace, writing this blog post.
And just in case you think my luck is too good to be true today? My dog pooped on the floor this morning. Just after going outside. So there's that.
Wow. I probably would have been better off not writing at all today and leaving everyone to wonder if I was off having the baby. Instead, this. You're so lucky.
Have a happy Wednesday :)