I have lived in a sweet LITTLE Victorian bungalow for the last 14 years - and in retaliation for our impending move, it is self-destructing. First, the oven decided that 350-degrees REALLY meant 550-degrees - so one of my agents gave me another oven. My house made sure that the donated oven malfunctioned and imploded, too. We didn't replace the oven a second time - after all, it was about summertime, and we didn't need the extra heat.
Next? Two of our window air conditioners blew. Or didn't blow. We had to replace at least one of them, lest we melt from the summer heat. Cha-CHING!! Then the weather got cooler, and it was time to pull out our little electric heaters that supplement the heat from our gas stove. Guess what? NOT ONE of them worked. Okay - extra blankets, extra clothing, and the purchase of ONE heater for the bathroom, b/c we can't wear clothes in the shower. Tiny cha-ching!
A few days later, the dryer revolted, ruining about 10 precious items of clothing with scorch marks. We replaced THAT item immediately. Cha-CHING!!
The other night? Look at this:Oh no...no...no...no!! Live without tv in the bedroom? No late-night chuckles at David Letterman? No last-minute scandalous report from TMZ? And the horror of horrors - NO WEATHER??!?!?!? NOT gonna happen.
We had planned to let Amber have this tv for her room, move our current living room tv into the new bedroom, and buy a ridiculously huge plasma tv for the new living room.
Guess who got her tv early, and is letting us borrow it?
Can you say, Cha-CHING?!?!?!?