When life hands you lemons, make lemonade.

Scott apologized several times last night for “bothering” the landlord’s daughter about the stove. She said, and I quote word for word, “Oh no no! Don’t apologize. If you have a problem, I want you to call me!” She woke us up bright and early this morning to tell us that we’re just shit out of luck. Sorry! Not gonna fix it, not gonna get you a new one. Nothing. Good luck with that. If you have a problem, call me, just don’t expect me to lift a finger to help. Scott did find the part that smelled like it was melting last night…the thermostat. It has what appears to be a manufacture date under the serial number. 10-68. Is that A.D. or B.C.? We’ve decided that if we do end up repairing it, we will take the part off when we move out. Can you tell I’m one of those last word people? Always have to have the last word. Call me naive. I never expected her to call and just shrug her shoulders at us this morning. Last night, we felt like they were going to help us. You know, like landlords are supposed to do.

We got completely ripped off on a lawn mower two summers ago that is pretty much worthless as we come into this mowing season (I didn’t realize this, or mentally blocked it out from last year). Hey we’ll have plenty of places to hide Easter eggs right? Go ahead, PLEASE stop by and ask me to mow my yard. I’m begging you. I can’t, I had to buy a stove instead of a lawn mower!  So I emailed someone on Craigslist about a used lawn mower.  I asked him several questions about how old the mower was, if it had any problems, etc.  You know what the jerk did?  Emailed me back and said just go buy a new one with a warranty.  Well if I have $1500, don’t you think I would do that?  Here’s the thing.  I don’t.

Some things came in the mail today for Caleb’s birthday. Two of the items were damaged. Although, the bright point in my day, the company has excellent customer service, and after learning that it was for my son’s birthday, even agreed to go ahead and ship the replacement items, instead of waiting to receive the damaged items and shipping the replacements upon inspection. He even emailed me the return shipping label instead of sending it snail mail to speed up the process.

Overall, Caleb and I have had a better day, but “outside” privileges were revoked up refusing to eat a bite of his dinner.

Okay, I’m done. I swear.

Last night, after he threw tantrum #654,973 over me putting him in short sleeves/short pajamas. He yanked on the sleeves and pulled at the shorts.

Having a heart to heart with Daddy about the crappy day

Ring around the rosy

Ashes ashes we all fall down

Yes, they really do say “Hop into bed” How cute is that?

Loving on Charley

This is in Merriam Webster right beside the entry for mischievous (PS I did cut his hair today. It was so shaggy, his eyes were disappearing.)

Charley peaking out the window

A boy and his giraffe, paint a picture

Comments

One Response to “this lemonade sucks”

    Lauren
    March 20th, 2008 7:56 pm

    O…M…G I cannot believe that!! One word comes to mind….SUE! lol! That’s just crazy!! I would def take that with me when ya’ll leave! PS I LOVE his PJ’s!!! I hope your weekend is a good one!!! :-) Love Ya!!

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