Last night I was going through old emails that I have sent to myself. Almost every night when I snuggle down in bed I will remember something that I forgot to do so I send myself an email from my iPod to my iPad. Then I get up the next morning and do what needs to be done. Sometimes that doesn’t go as planned because I will have no idea what I meant. I also send emails to myself during the day and still have no clue. Here are some for your viewing pleasure
What is Eldy? Or is Eldy a who?
My last grandma died 14 years ago. There is no grandma.
Ct pas. Your guess is as good as mine. I think this one bugs me the most because they are not even words.
Check. Check what?
How do hotmail and blankets connect and why do I have to check on this?
Bubbles? A huge WTF?
This one has a question mark. So now I have a question about a question and what exactly is a recovery chair?
Noviate. Another word that is not a word and makes sense at all.
In other news, here is a weird apple.
And in more other news… we don’t have a microwave and haven’t had one for years. The one we had just stopped working one day and we didn’t bother to fix it because we almost never used it and microwaves freak me out and we didn’t want to spend the money. This particular microwave was a built-in and was also a exhaust fan/light for over the stove so we had the broken microwave but it was only being used for the fan and light. When our dishwasher stopped working we had someone in to fix it and we were talking about the microwave and the repair guy said he knew what was wrong with it without even looking at it and could fix it in 10 minutes. He said he would be back the next day. As soon as he left I scoffed and went into a 20 minute speech because nothing these days is an easy fix that can be done in 10 minutes. “Mark my word, this will end up costing $300.00”, I said. My husband assured me that it would be under $20.00 to fix. The next day I was proven right after repair guy worked on it for over an hour and had to unhook the entire thing and put it in his van to bring it home because it was taking longer than expected. *sigh/eye roll* He called us and was going to cost $200.00 to fix plus labour for the hour he spent at our place and whatever time it would take to fix it at his place. “Forget it”, said I. So… are you wondering where this is going? For the last 2 months we had neither microwave or kitchen exhaust fan or light. It was just an empty hole. Now my husband loves a bargain and can fix anything. Anything. While out riding his bike he saw a treasure at the side of the road and came home with that guilty smile. He told me that he had “found something” and quicker than you can say Jack Robinson her was out the door and getting in the car to go pick up his roadside treasure. I may have yelled at him to not bring home anymore garbage as the car taillights went up the street. He comes home and goes straight to the shed to lock up his treasure. I was doing dishes, because-the-dishwasher-never-did get-fixed-story-for-another-time, when I started questioning him. He showed me this. A kitchen exhaust fan with light! It must have had thirty years of yellow grease on it which took me over an hour to clean. You could have buttered toast with all the thick slime in the filter. My handy husband rewired it and we hung it up. So there ya go. A new to us kitchen exhaust fan with light. I think it looks brand new. Best of all, it was free! The inside looks yellowish but I can promise you it is gleaming white because that’s the way my mama raised me.
And this is when you want the last 3 minutes of your life back after reading this post.