It hasn’t been that long since we replaced our antique washer machine.
Apparently, the old saying that bad things happen in threes is true. Our dryer was on its last legs and rather wait for it to quit running altogether or explode (both seem probable), we took advantage of yet another Boscovs sale and bought the mate to the washer machine.
True, there was nothing wrong with the TV and so I suppose it can’t be counted in my list of three, but it had long been on our list of things to replace.
People, we had yet to embrace technology and get a flat panel. I’m sure it was killing Dan, who loves to own and play with the latest gadgets. While we were at Best Buy, I actually encouraged and egged Dan on to buy the biggest TV in our budget. So, Dan is the proud owner of a 55″ TV.
Really, I don’t know what I was thinking. It feels massive in our little house. Massive.
Perhaps I just jinxed us by writing the old wives tale quote above. Our poor refrigerator that also came with the house and is perhaps older than me, has sounded like a rocket taking off this past year. A rusted, old rocket that coughs and sputters just to turn on, that is. It’s days are numbered. Unlike my progressive attitude towards the washer and dryer, I plan to do absolutely nothing about the fridge. When it dies, we’ll simply have to go shopping that day to buy a new one and pour the milk down the drain lest it spoil. Part of my attitude is due to the fact that we are overrunning in leftovers and I have no desire to empty the fridge out. The other part is due to the fact that I think my options are going to be limited and boring thanks to the small space I have to work with in my kitchen. To quote yet another old phrase, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.
I love old phrases.