I want to scream. I’m talking the kind of scream where I throw myself on the ground like a 5-year-old having a tantrum, legs kicking wildly, arms flailing, red faced and near tears. THAT kind of scream.
So what could cause me, a normally even-tempered, happy-go-lucky gal to feel this way? Two words…a dishwasher. God help me (and everyone around me) if another of my appliances bites the dust. I’m at the point with this Bosch dishwasher that I’d throw it through a window if I could lift it. Which I can’t. So I won’t. Continue reading
It’s no secret I’m inept when it comes to anything to do with technological gadgetry, like how things work, why they stop working and how to fix them when they do. That includes DVRs, cell phones, computers, TVs, microwaves. They all baffle me.
I once threw my iPhone across the room when it wouldn’t send emails. I know that’s a bit harsh. But let me just say it had a VERY secure cover and safely survived the toss. (Lucky for me.)
Now don’t get me wrong. I don’t advocate hurling your gadgets in frustration but I have to admit it was a tad satisfying. I’d say lately my gadgetry tolerance is being challenged. I’m dependent on them and now they’re falling apart. All in unison, I might add. I think they’re doing it on purpose, the hateful little bastards. Continue reading