Pitfalls

Appliances suck! Sure you think they're your friends; they wash the clothes and heat the water and whatnot, but they're only lulling you into a false sense of security before they strike while the wallet's light.

The washer decided to die on Friday night. The repairman came on Monday (between noon and 2:oo my ass, he didn't show up until after 3:00), looked at it for 10 minutes and told me it was dead. Then had the gall to charge me $52! So, I went out to buy a new washer (and of course one needs a matching dryer). The more expensive ones had 0% financing but why spend more money for that? I boycotted the place with the repairman ($52!) and ended up shelling out $700 that I didn't plan on. They'll be delivered on Friday morning. I'm taking off Friday morning anyway since Stacey has to come into work in the morning so I'm watching Megan until it's time for her to be dropped off at daycare.

I watched Sara's son last Thursday and Friday. Sara was supposed to be back in town and pick him up on Friday night, but had some car trouble so couldn't pick him up until Saturday morning. Sheesh! I had about an hour until my dad came so running around trying to clean, or at least make it look like I had. And take the sheets down to the laundromat.

We went down to test smoke alarms at one of his rental properties (it's required by the fire department when there are more than 5 units in one building). I cannot begin to tell you how completely disgusting one of the units was. Suffice it to say that I didn't want to take off my shoes for fear of what I'd touch on the bottom. Want to go jump in a mud puddle so the bottom of my shoes would feel cleaner. Ugh! Totally not an exaggeration.

Last night, we went to check out a piece of property in Troy for my dad. The property is beautiful, good location, a nice pond, good mix of timber, but the house is pretty cheaply built and would take a lot of money to renovate to my dad's current status. He kept saying that he'd been at that point before and although it's good for a 30 year old, he's past that point. So, I guess I'm buying it. Actually, I think my house is better. Granted, it doesn't have the property, but it's a lot better constructed. Anyway, I don't think he'll offer on it and there was someone else looking at the house for the second time that day so it may be sold.

15 days until Walt Disney World!