I性视界传媒檝e heard it said that things happen in threes, especially tragedies, deaths and doses of Pepto Bismol after a big Tex-Mex dinner.
My own three defining experiences over the past few weeks can性视界传媒檛 be described as tragedies, per se, so I性视界传媒檒l refer to them as catastrophes, instead.
First was/is the great Graves dishwasher incident, or saga, or ongoing fiasco. In our home, we tend to hang on to appliances until they die of natural causes 性视界传媒 and sometimes we invoke extreme resuscitation measures. In fact, most of our appliances hail from the Clinton administration (pre-impeachment).
It all started with a repair technician informing us that our dishwasher needed several part transplants that would require him to gouge it out of its current lodging where it was inadvertently 性视界传媒渢iled in性视界传媒 the last time we replaced our kitchen flooring. Because removing it might cause further injury to the unit (and himself), he was unable to do anything other than charge me $100 for inviting him out to give me the bad news.
Miraculously, though, probably after hearing that it might be euthanized and replaced altogether, the unit started working again 性视界传媒 briefly. The second technician, this time a plumber who was also hired to reset a toilet (don性视界传媒檛 ask), told us that we should just replace the dishwasher because repairing it would cost more than purchasing a new one. Ha! Apparently, this guy was unaware of the vortex of calamity he was dealing with.
To make a long story longer, I tried ordering two different new dishwashers to fit the space, and both arrived looking like they性视界传媒檇 recently participated in a WWE death match with Andr茅 the Giant.
At that point, I refused to spend another three weeks scouring skillets by hand (性视界传媒淟ittle House on the Prairie性视界传媒-style) while waiting for another new unit, so I managed to extract our elderly dishwasher from its space using only my sheer brute strength, some utterances in unknown tongues and a couple of ruptured disks.
When the third repair technician arrived, the real fun began. To avoid allowing our two doglets to harass the repair technician and accidentally (or intentionally) be used as replacement parts for the dishwasher, I asked our youngest daughter to secure them in her bedroom.
Suddenly, our smallest doglet produced the same earsplitting screech I make when I see the bill for one of my three daughters性视界传媒 visits to the hair salon. Somehow, the dog性视界传媒檚 foot had become lodged between the wooden bedrail and mattress, and she injured it getting free. A few hours later, I had a resurrected vintage dishwasher, a Maltese mix with a splinted foot and about $1,000 missing from my bank account.
Amid all of this merriment, my youngest daughter had a minor fender-bender in her car. Luckily, I was with her at the time, no one was hurt and the other driver admitted fault. There were a few tears and hysterics, but my daughter was able to console me after a few minutes.
Now that I性视界传媒檝e survived a triumvirate of domestic debacles over the course of a few weeks, I性视界传媒檓 praying we性视界传媒檒l have smooth sailing and operational drain pumps for a while. But if we don性视界传媒檛, I know I can depend on Tex-Mex take-out, paper plates and a few doses of Pepto Bismol.
