The cost of the repair of the oven. I guess it's better than $700.00 for a new oven, which is what the repair man pointed out to me. It ended up being the main electrical wire that comes into the oven itself. Guess that gives me no excuse not to cook now except that I just don't want too.
A came home when the guy got here and I found it amusing that they were both more interested in the going's on of "Divorce Court" then fixing my oven. Ahhh..daytime t.v.
A made the comment that since I'm "off" this week I can catch up on Little House on the Prarie. Catch up on what? Off? I exclaim. First of all working 5pm to 5am does not mean you're "off". It simply means your week is fucked, plain and simple. It means "don't call me at noon to see what I'm doing" and don't come home for lunch, and don't give me errands to run during the day when everyone else is at work. It means "see ya Friday dear". It means Friday=cold Miller Lite
That's all I got to say about that.
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Pining for a Friday night of beer already?!?!? What a trooper!
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