Bill the Son is safely home. I’m going to put on my Official Cleaning Outfit (gray sweatpants and my Confederate Artillery t-shirt) and work on cleaning the laundry room in honor of the new washer, which will arrive Monday.
While I’m gone, everyone should look for a new thread.
It’s 42 degrees on my patio with 82% humidity. Now, I have to have another breathing treatment.
I went to the money store to get two rolls of quarters for laundry, and the girl behind the glass said, “I have one, so can it do for now?” I said, “No, I need TWO rolls of quarters.” Girl: “Oh. Well, I guess I’ll just have to go in the back and get one.” I thought, “You do that, Sweetie.”
That’s the first time someone at that store balked at giving me two rolls. *sheesh*
I wish the SNAP balance had been refilled at the same time as my deposit was, and I could go to Smith’s or Albertson’s and get some meat.
Which brand of washer did you get? I should have asked that in the last post. My bad.
Welcome home, Mr Elusive.