::standing up straight and saluting::
I think we have a winner.
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Unless someone can complain they stained their Gordon Gartrell* shirt while changing the oil on their Rolls Royce.
*You’re going: “I know that I know that why do I know that?!” right?
I <3 Neil Finn of Crowded House and Finn Brothers but that Snidely Whiplash mustache of his HAS GOT TO GO.
Some fucker ran their washing machine until really late in the night and I struggled to get to sleep, meaning I’ve not had that much of a lie in on my day off - I’m up at 9.30am!
The damn automatic litter box stopped working. I have to actually scoop out the shit and piss with a little shovel-thingy. Ewwwwww!
The automatic thermostat in our house is a pain to set. And I can’t just nudge the desired temperature up or down when my husband is out of town for a couple of days, I have to REPROGRAM the whole thing.
If the power flickers out for even a second, just about every device in the house wants to have its clock reset. Why does my stove even NEED a clock, anyway? I’m about to go order some windup or battery operated clocks.
I was at the pub tonight for my weekly pub quiz and they’d RUN OUT of the chocolate mousse for dessert. I had to eat sticky toffee cake with cream like a fucking savage.
The power went out for a minute last night when I was only halfway through my Tumblr page. I had to go back and scroll AAAAAAAAL the way back down!
The power in my apartment went off and on sometime while I was at work today. That means I had to restart my ipad for it to re-find the wireless network. AND, and, I have to re-set the clock on my microwave. ugh. So harsh.