expletives, expletives
Mar. 1st, 2003 06:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fearlesstempI woke up to the sound of screamed obscenities, which was nice. Isn't that the way everyone likes to start their day? We got a new dryer last week and the installation peeps didn't secure the grey piping thing that runs outside, so that whenever we ran it, the hot air just blew into the house. Which made everything smell nice and morning fresh, but also was crazy hot. Writing this, I can't believe we waited a week to fix it, but then again, that is my family. You may all wonder where my utter lack of get up 'n go comes from, but the truth is, we're born and bred that way.
Anyway! My father was apparently trying to attach the new one this morning and wow, I have never heard him drop so many F-bombs in my life. He got wedged behind the dryer (not a fun place to be; I have been wedged back there a few times this week, trying to reattach the old broken one) and got a wee bit frustrated at the dryer, the tubing, the world in general and my mother in particular because she was the one that asked him to do it. And my mother was totally returning fire.
Anyway, no bloodshed. The two of them are sitting quietly downstairs watching a tape of the Mets spring training game. I think they're over it but I won't be sure until I talk to them again and see if they're referring to each other as Jim and Peg or as Your Mother and Your Father. As in, "Jessica, find out what Your Father wants for dinner."
Why did I write this LJ entry? I'm sure I had something more interesting to say. Maybe I didn't. Ah well, laundry-gathering time. Here's hoping that the grey plastic tubing is worthy of the drama its installation caused.
Anyway! My father was apparently trying to attach the new one this morning and wow, I have never heard him drop so many F-bombs in my life. He got wedged behind the dryer (not a fun place to be; I have been wedged back there a few times this week, trying to reattach the old broken one) and got a wee bit frustrated at the dryer, the tubing, the world in general and my mother in particular because she was the one that asked him to do it. And my mother was totally returning fire.
Anyway, no bloodshed. The two of them are sitting quietly downstairs watching a tape of the Mets spring training game. I think they're over it but I won't be sure until I talk to them again and see if they're referring to each other as Jim and Peg or as Your Mother and Your Father. As in, "Jessica, find out what Your Father wants for dinner."
Why did I write this LJ entry? I'm sure I had something more interesting to say. Maybe I didn't. Ah well, laundry-gathering time. Here's hoping that the grey plastic tubing is worthy of the drama its installation caused.
