Thank you for listening to me...

whine.

Seriously. I love y'all. Without this blog, I'd be pounding my head into the wall. Repeatedly.

In the last 48 hours... ok a little more than 48 hours, but less than 60, I swear:

The car, which we just had fixed last month - remember, it drained my checking account and I am still robbing Peter to pay Paul - is back to leaking.

The flooring in the bathroom is coming off throughout half the room, so now we are subjected to something that I think is wood, which wouldn't be so bad, except there is 1/2" gaping holes between those boards sticking out. This = dangerous for little toes and fingers. Geez, it's even dangerous for MY toes. Really, I'd love the excuse to get rid of the ugly brown tiles they had in there before me, but I'm sick of spending money on this house. (Hence, why we still have the broken faucet handle in the kitchen. lol)

With all these rain, my leaks were even worse. We can't even move around the living room for the most at the moment because of these annoying leaks, because most of our living room is windows. Who does that in Washington??? You save lots of windows for Florida, or least somewhere where you actually SEE sun on a regular basis. Here, all it does is let heat/ac escape. Gah! And since these leaks can't be smart enough to be in the middle of an area, where at least I could use a bucket - oh, nooo... it has to be up against the edges of the wall, so you can climb over the pile of wet towels. And the grandest of all leaks happens to be over by the washer. No, it can't be ABOVE the washer, so all I would have to do is leave it open... it has to be right in front of it, so if I close the door, I can't put a towel down, and it's ruining the (alcove) door. If I leave the door open, Mystery crams herself behind the dryer.

We came home to blood on the floor. You know, the trail. We haven't found the remains yet, either. I'm afraid. Very afraid.

I cleaned puke up this morning. Twice. And it wasn't munchkin puke, not that it's any better. It was a corgi who has eaten something I probably don't want to know about puke. Ewwww!

And the crowning moment: I had a serious retail breakdown. I'd like to think it was a justified break down. We were at Freddy's the other day, and found a large TV not only marked down, but 40% off the clearance price on top of that. I literally about fainted! This was better than Black Friday prices, only I didn't have to freeze my tush off in the cold and fight people who were even crazier than me.

For those rolling their eyes at me, our TV was/is a hand me down 26" early 90's reject that I swear if I drop it on someone's head even just from my deck, it's guaranteed to kill them. It bites. It's old. It's no fun for us, with our movies and games. Did I mention no universal remote will work with it, either? It's better than nothing, sure, but why kill our eyes when we're all going to need glasses, not just DH? Right? ;) (But ONLY at a killer deal)

Anyways, we brought that baby home, hooked her up, and enjoyed the wonders of Transformers on BluRay, where we could actually really enjoy BluRay. We watched a half an hour of Owa! (Dora, munchkin speak-ese), I did my Wii Fit and totally reveled in the glory of it, DH tried out Resistance (or one of those games, they all look alike to me lol) before he went to work, so what, around 5 hours of viewing time, maybe?

DH comes home, it doesn't turn on. We thought maybe it was just the remote batteries, so while I went searching for my newly recharged ones, DH tries to turn it on manually.

It doesn't turn on.

He resets the power strip. Nope, still doesn't work.

At this point, panic sets in with me and I thought oh my word, I'm being punished for buying this. It's totally not possible! I'm scrambling around, looking for the receipt and warranty stuff, freaking out. Of course, because we run on different times than normal people, the customer service for the TV is closed.

I made DH call Freddy's.

Freddy's says they are out of stock of any replacements, come back in and return it. So poor DH had to take it apart and repack it this morning.

He saluted the box.

It was nice while it lasted, our less than two days with a real TV. The first time in almost four years I could actually HEAR what was being said without having surround sound on. (which, the neighbor complained about last Summer, so no more surround sound here... sigh!)

Happy Valentine's to us. :( Poor DH, he was so depressed when he went to work today. He was like the dejected little boy, his visions of God of War 3 on the big screen completely crushed in an instant.

I know, I know, I shouldn't have spent the money in the first place, but I hate being responsible. I'm a spendaholic! I'm not good at not shopping! (and it really was the deal of the century)

I'd like to have one week, just one week, completely drama free.