My stove got rained on this morning. Yes, I know that shouldn't happen; generally speaking, electrical appliances and water don't mix well. Hence the desire to scream.
I didn't, but I wanted to. This is just the latest in a string of house repair situations. I had a plumbing repair on Caturday, though that was minor.
So I came to work and told my administrator that I would need yet another half day off to deal with this. His response was to find me a new place to live. A much better, nicer, more energy efficient place to live. In case you're wondering, I work for a church. So this sort of thing isn't so unusual here. :)
Now I just have to tell the cats we're moving next month... for now, let it be a surprise to them. Please don't tell your own felines, because they will undoubtedly send a mental text to mine. But when the boxes start coming home, they WILL know.
- the Mom