Yesterday's minor freak-out about the garbage disposal turned out to be completely unwarranted; a quick turn of a special wrench re-set the disposal and we are once again happily grinding our refuse. I know you were on the edge of your seats to find out how that all turned out so, now you know.
I was pretty happy about that particular turn of events, considering the fact that I had just spent $140 getting The Lazymaker repaired after an automatic update left it less updated and more screwed, with corrupted files and shit, that, if I'm not mistaken, should never happen due to something that is scheduled automatically by the operating system. Gah.
Although, when I think about it, the time-bomb updates are probably part of a conspiracy created by Microsoft as part of a diabolical plan to create job security, in which case, well played, Microsoft. Well played.
In news not related to me opening a vein to pay for irritating repairs of items that should never have required repair at all; today I am going to Neighboring City to shop for new furniture for the Man-Cub's bedroom. He has finally outgrown his bunk beds and we are now in the market for something a little more mature. The Man-Cub's idea of the perfect bedroom suite has been heavily influenced by the Pottery Barn Teen catalog and, since I'm not really interested in opening a vein for over-priced bedroom furniture, either; we are taking our chances at a large chain store that offers free delivery to Petticoat Junction.
I'll let you know how it goes, lest you are left hanging on the edge of your seats for that particular update as well, Mom.