Waiting
I don't wait particularly well, especially when I am under a deadline of some kind. Even when I have something to distract me, like a book, I often find myself obsessively checking the time and reading the same part over and over again. Waiting--a game I don't do well.
Anyway, it feels like one big wait today. We have 2 more days until the election; we wait to see what other nasty tricks our opponent will pull out of her nasty sack, we wait to see if our signs will stay where they are supposed to, we wait to see if the people of our lovely city are smart enough to realize what a great job Grant does.
We are also waiting for a delivery. It is now Hour 4 in a 5 hour window. Of course, we have an engagement this evening that requires us to be out of the house pretty much right at the end of that window. I have left a stern message explaining that we must take delivery NO LATER than 6 o'clock or we simply won't be home. I also explained that we would expect delivery at another time at no additional charge to us. I fully expect one of two things to happen. The delivery guys will show up at 6:01 and we will be very late for our engagement. Or, we will leave and the delivery people will refuse to reschedule without some ridiculou--
Oh wait-- they're here.
Anyway, it feels like one big wait today. We have 2 more days until the election; we wait to see what other nasty tricks our opponent will pull out of her nasty sack, we wait to see if our signs will stay where they are supposed to, we wait to see if the people of our lovely city are smart enough to realize what a great job Grant does.
We are also waiting for a delivery. It is now Hour 4 in a 5 hour window. Of course, we have an engagement this evening that requires us to be out of the house pretty much right at the end of that window. I have left a stern message explaining that we must take delivery NO LATER than 6 o'clock or we simply won't be home. I also explained that we would expect delivery at another time at no additional charge to us. I fully expect one of two things to happen. The delivery guys will show up at 6:01 and we will be very late for our engagement. Or, we will leave and the delivery people will refuse to reschedule without some ridiculou--
Oh wait-- they're here.
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After the removal of three doors (two on the fridge, one on the house), some hopeless moments where we thought it would not make it through the final door, a horrible realization that we might have mis-measured the width of the space to allow the re-attached refrigerator door to actually open; plus one very frustrated and unhappy delivery dude; we now are the proud owners of ....
MONDO REFRIGERATOR
Oh, look! I have cake and ice cream!! (I wish)
Labels: My life in politics
posted by allison | 4:47 PM
3 Comments:
Sweet jebus, that's a great fridge!
Oooooh! That's just so pretty.
Now see everyone else is being nice about your fridge and all I can think of to say is...bitch!
I want that refigerator. I'm tired of using a jackhammer to get everything that need to fit into mine in there.
Oh and just so you know, I use the word bitch with the greatest affection because I love my twinnie.
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