Why is it that when one appliance breaks, other’s follow
suit. It’s as if they get together in
the middle of the night and decide who will throw in the towel next.
My first suicide was my icemaker. It died in February and I’ve been waiting all
this time for a special order part.
Weird since my fridge is only 7 years old. So I’ve had to revert to a 1950’s housewife,
using cube trays for the first time in forever.
Inconvenient but not the end of the world. Unless you’re having a part, which I am. On Sunday.
Not only will my guests be treated to a bag of ice from the
local store but they’ll also have to position themselves strategically to stay
cool in the Florida heat. Because the
most recent victim to succumb is my 2 ton A/C.
Now I have two units, one cools most of the house but the broken one
cools my bedroom, living room and dining room.
Why is this such a big deal?
Because I have a bookseller coming to my house, with books and her
credit card machine for a Mother’s Day Book Signing Party. My only hope is the wonderful folks at Hayden
Air can get the repairs done ASAP. God help
me if they have to order a part.
On the plus side, my office has A/C, so I can at least get
some stuff done without sweating like a stuffed pig.
If bad things happen in threes, I’ve got one more surprise
coming. And I don’t like surprises.
Switching gears . . . thanks to everyone who has bought
Slightly Irregular. It’s been on Amazon’s
hot new female sleuths bestselling list since it debuted in April. Keep those purchases and downloads coming!
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