I Hate it When That Happens

Don't you hate it when your sweet husband tells you more than a week in advance that he has invited a friend to stay overnight? Then, he tells you that he knows you will not mind because you are such a gracious hostess, and you blush and say that of course you don't mind because you love having company, but then it totally slips your mind because you spend most of that week curled up in bed trying very hard not to throw up. Then, the day before the Overnight Guest comes, your husband reminds you that it is only a short time before Overnight Guest will be getting here. So, you pull up your britches and start to tidy up the many, many toys and things that are strewn from here to there, because when the cat's away, the mice will get out all sorts of stuff and take full advantage of unsupervised time with markers and glue sticks.

So, on the day of Overnight Guest's visit, when you have everything mostly ready, you decide that said guest would probably appreciate clean towels, and you gather all the dirty towels in the house, which incidentally are all the "good towels" - which means the only clean ones are the ones you bought from a road side stand ten years ago that say "Daytona Beach" on them. You throw all the towels in the washer and it fills to capacity with water....and shuts down....as in permanently. It refuses to wash those towels you so desperately need. You nervously call the service department for that stubborn appliance and hope beyond hope that someone will answer the phone, since it is Sunday, and all. You are delighted when someone answers, but the delight is short lived when you realize it is an automated voice, the kind that requires you to speak your answers into the receiver. After you answer 13 questions, a real live lady comes on the line and she calls you "darlin'", but you're pretty sure she doesn't mean it the same way your grandmother meant it when she called you that because there was definitely nothing "darlin'" about the way you told her that yes, the machine was, in fact, plugged in, and yes, you did remember to close the lid. And you're pretty sure that she is just not that concerned that you are expecting an Overnight Guest and you don't want him to have to use the stringy towels.

After 2 more calls and an attempt at getting a resolution through email, you are assured that a repair man can make it to your house on MAY 15!! 10 days after the malfunction!! And you still have a load of thoroughly soaked towels in the washer! And the next big load you were going to do was whites, which includes, you guessed it, underwear!

Don't you hate that? Yeah, me too.