I broke my finger five weeks ago and I still can’t make a fist. Probably because after week three I decided I was done with my brace and that I could tough it out. Mostly because it’s really hard to wash your hand when you’re wearing a finger splint and I am exposed to germs more than the average bear at my chosen place of work. And ew.
Anyway, if anyone asks I was in a bar fight. Or the vacuum fell down a flight of stairs and it was my face or my finger. One of those things is true. Let’s pretend I’m mysterious and exciting and not the kind of person who has a good old fashioned laundry folding party every Sunday night.
In other news, I’ve been doing all kinds of thrilling, creative, and engaging things lately like avoiding painting my bedroom closets and arguing about tile options. I also took so many pictures of our new garden and our pets between June 3rd and this weekend that I filled the memory card on a brand new cell phone. Everyone should be thanking their lucky stars I don’t use instagram. (Sorry, Facebook Friends, but I think you all knew when you signed on that there is no limit to the number of cat pictures I will post in a day.)
“They’re delicious, that’s what they are.”
I’ve also managed to misplace all of my notes on the rest of the cross country trip. But the house is 97% unpacked and I found the necklace I put “in a safe place” so I’m still ahead of the game. I’m sure I’ll find them for a timely Christmas time update. Along with two of my cupcake pans, which have mysteriously disappeared.
Meanwhile, the most exciting thing that’s gone on around here is the installation of our new washer and dryer. It’s exciting because it rained every day the first three weeks we were in the house. And because getting a gas dryer installed practically takes an act of god in the United States. All gas dryers sold in the US have a natural gas set up and then you have to order a converter (for $7) and pay a certified gas person ($300) to install the part, and then you have to pay them ($100) to literally screw a hose to the back of the dryer. Or, you brave the dire warnings in the manual, look up video on youtube, and install the converter yourself.
A little melodramatic, don’t you think, LG?
An entire page, two columns, every bullet has the same warning.
When you get about here you start to wonder if you’ve made a terrible mistake.
Ultimately we wound up with a dryer that dries our clothes and doesn’t blow up the house. Even if, once we had it converted, I realized that the old homeowners had vented their gas dryer 28 feet through the basement using flexible venting and we had to cut a new hole in the front of the house.
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