I knew I was in for it when Doug woke me up at 6:30am to say that the fridge was about to catch on fire. So we brewed coffee while we unplugged the beast & packed all the eggs & milk to be stored in Doug’s work fridge. He made a few phone calls to buddies in the business & we crossed our fingers that the flaming red & sizzling coil was just normal defrost. Turns out it’s not & his buddies were all RUN AWAY FROM IT. So we’ll be fridge shopping tonight. Replacing the coil on a 20-year-old fridge isn’t really our jam since it doesn’t even make ice & the door is almost broken, but it does seem to have ESP because just last night I was telling my mom that we needed it to hold out another year.
Money Pit: 6,021. BA & Doug: 0
Then Harry dropped his beloved Hank (the giraffe blankie) in the toilet, so Hank is now on a steralizing spin cycle.
Then he was all, “I want to stay home with you, Momma!” & I reminded him how much fun school is & that I go to work to make money & he’s all, “NO, daddies go to work to make money.” I’m glad we were running late thanks to Hank’s swan dive because I was about to launch into a feminist lecture to my three-year-old. Instead, he’s happily at preschool & I’m nibbling on some yogurt for lunch at my desk.
If the day couldn’t get any more weird, my phone dinged with an email as I parked at work & it’s Babble & they’re all CALL US ASAP. Turns out CNN & Raising America loved my post on making cheerleading a sport, so they had me on-air for today’s show to chat. I’m just thankful it was a phone call & not face-time because a) straight hair & b) no makeup. (At almost thirty, I should really start wearing makeup every day. It’s kind of like how you always wear nice underwear because you never know if you’ll end up in the ER & you wouldn’t want to be caught in granny panties with holes in them.) Turns out a picture of me from high school was on national television & the seventeen year old in me is all “SEE?! WE KNEW THIS SHIT WOULD HAPPEN. WHY DIDN’T YOU PLUCK YOUR EYEBROWS?”
& look, I don’t want to do spoilers although by now you should know that I am the queen of spoilers (hello, I read the last few pages of every book before I begin) but OH MY GOD, JULIAN FELLOWES. I might have to break up with you over last night’s finale of Downton.
Hey, how was your weekend? How’s your Monday?