Why does life punish you when you're trying to be good and do housewifey things? For example, why did I mend the hole in my jumpsuit without turning it inside-out so that it now looks like its been attacked by a nursery child with sartorial ambitions? And why does it take me two hours to realize that the washing machine is sounding like it's sposed to and spinning like it's sposed to but there's no water mixing in with my clothes? Why, in fact, is there no water?! I'm so not meant for these things.
You coped so well with our multiple-setting, mind-of-it's-own, D, F, wash, dry, spin, ultra-complex, Archway washer! You losing your touch luv!
ReplyDeleteTuuuuurns out there was a little switch that was meant to be on that wasn't on...MY bad.
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