Life at Chez Smiffy

When it rains, it pours

So, last night, Rod and I were hanging out in the kitchen, he was cooking on our brand new stove while I whined about how sick I felt.  But we were both feeling relieved to have mastered the recent challenges.

 

We had successfully made the transition from a two-car family to a one car family, we had replaced the very nearly dead stove and had the repairs done on the one remaining car so that it wouldn't go belly up, leaving us no way to get me to work.  We were waiting for the part we need to repair the vitamix back in action, and it looked like life was moving forward.

 

Then the refrigerator growled at us.

 

"Uh oh.  That's not a good sound.  Never heard a fridge say that before."

 

"Maybe it can hold out until refund time...?"

 

"Maybe."

 

Then, this morning, i did my usual routine.  I carried yesterday's laundry down to the basement, stopping on the way to start a pot of coffee.  I took the clean clothes from the dryer, tossed the wet clothes in, and started another load and then went up to have that first blissful cuppa.  Rod had gotten the kitchen sparkling last night, which made that first cup even more blissful!

 

But a while later, Rod and I heard the drains in the kitchen and bathroom, gurgling. 

 

"Wierd nooise.  i wonder what that is..."

 

"Dunno"

 

It went on and on.  Eventually I went up to take a shower.  The water was running ice cold. 

 

"Uh oh.  Honey, would you go down and check on the water heater?"

 

I went on getting ready for work, sans shower.  Eventually Rod called up the stairs.

 

"The water heater is fine.  The washer, however, has lost its ability to sense when it's full and is overflowing.  That noice we heard was sump pump -- which is also working fine."

 

OK.  Now what?  The fridge may hold out for tax refund time, but we have to have clean clothes.

 

Back to the drawing board.