the one that has been following me around and breaking things in the house . . . like the dishwasher. for which we are still waiting on parts. and the toilet, that i fixed, by the way, and the sink that refused to give forth with the clear refreshing liquid it was designed to emit. and the refrigerator that sends me ice burgs rather than cubes. yeah, that cloud.
it's back. k2 went out the garage to head to work and even before she popped back upstairs with the news, i knew something was terribly not so very good. my bedroom is right over the garage. grind. lurch. groan. they were all sounds coming through the floor boards. when i took a look, one of the gear chains was hanging. when i manually lifted the door so k1 and her car could escape, it spewed cogs and gears like so many snowflakes from heaven. black greasy snowflakes. ok, so not so much like snowflakes.
so i called the garage door peeps and told them my garage door opening mechanism had committed suicide. he chuckled. really. he did. but being the nice guy he is, and having put up with me before, he's got us on the schedule for tomorrow.
again with the first world problem, jeanne. people have real issues. shut up.
ok. i was just saying.
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OK. You have far surpassed your the three and the jinx is broken spell. Whatever axis your world is turning on now, it needs to find a new one!
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