This is my ditzo day of the week. And this past week, there have been a couple of doozies - with one significant one.
WILL I EVER LEARN...
Let me give you a tiny little tip... don't buy all of your appliances at the same time. They WILL all go out at the same time. It is a fact of life. So far the repairman has been able to fix the washer and dishwasher for a few hundred dollars. It took $65 for the diagnosis that our refrigerator is terminally ill. In the words of our esteemed repairman, "...it could last six hours, it could last six years". Apparently a piece is loose inside a casing that can't be gotten to - that was never meant to be fixed. And when it finally goes, it's gone.
If any of my central Missouri area blog friends want the name of a good appliance repairman, his company is The Appliance Doc. We have used him for years and he has saved us thousands of dollars.
---------------------------------------------------------My camera begged to go on a boat ride with the teenagers Sunday. Even though I knew we needed to leave shortly, I said yes. It seems strange not being able to download the pictures I took. It's going to be interesting to see what additional pictures are on there. If I remember, I'm going to pick it up from Patti's house today. I meant to do it yesterday, but forgot.
---------------------------------------------------------Are you ready for this one? This is a doozy. My heart is still beating out of control. I am still wiping the persperation from my forehead. My knees are still weak.
On the way home from the Lake, we stopped at the Osage Beach Outlet Mall to look at shoes. All I want is a simple pair of white sandals. Every pair that struck my fancy cost $50 or more. Sometimes I'll pay that - and sometimes I won't. I was definitely in a won't frame of mind.
It was time for a potty break, then a stop at one of my favorite places in the whole wide world, Harry & David's, and then home. So off I go to do my thing in the little girl's room (and yes, I did wash my hands), then I headed across the parking lot with Jim.
Halfway across the lot, I asked Jim to give me my billfold back.
He looked at me like I was crazy... "I don't have your billfold"
And I looked at him like he was even crazier... "Of course you do, I handed it to you when I went to the bathroom".
And he got the wild eyed look that would scare the bejezus out of a warrior... "You did NOT hand me your wallet!"
Now we both had the wild look in our eyes and took out running back across the parking lot.
A lady was coming out of the bathroom. I looked at her suspiciously, thinking "did she take my wallet... would she get upset if I stopped her and searched her... yea, I guess she would..."
I got to the stall I had done my thing in and there was a lady in there. And she was apparently having some difficulty. She was in there forever and I couldn't figure out what the strange noises were. And the aroma was definitely different from the ones I smelled earlier in the perfume shop. Finally, I timidly asked if there was a wallet laying on the toilet roll dispenser. She grunted out a NO!. Oh crap. I looked in the other stalls for good measure, even though I knew for certain where I had left it. Nothing.
Back outside, I am panicking! We start retracinig our steps to shops, thinking maybe I had laid the wallet down while looking at things. Store after store we searched, leaving my business card - just in case...
We start looking in trash cans, hoping maybe they took the cash and threw the rest away. Cash - what's that? I never carry cash but today I did. Actually, I never carry a wallet when I go shopping. I always pocket a credit card and my license and that's it. But today I grabbed my big fat, I don't need most of the crap in it, wallet. What was I thinking!!!
We are now resigned to the ugly task of returning to the truck, taking out our cell phones, and begin cancelling our debit and credit cards. One nice sales lady had suggested we check with the visitor center. She was even nice enough to point the way. Knowing defeat was inevitable, we dejectedly headed down a flight of stairs to the last possible place we might find my mistake.
The lady looked up at me with a knowing look in her eye. I'm pretty sure she was able to smell the persperation of fear on me before I even opened the door. Looking back, I wish I had been nicer. But no, I barged in and didn't even say, "hello, nice day isn't it" (or something totally inane like that) - but rather said "has anybody turned in a wallet????!!!!!!". And she calmly asked, "what is your name". "DEANNA!" Against all odds, she reached behind a folder and pulled out my naughty wallet. She did! It was there! It had every card in it - SS, license, credit, debit - and the cash was even there.
She told me I was a very lucky lady. I agreed with her - wholeheartedly, with a stupid grin on my face, that I couldn't have hidden if I tried. She said a maintenance worker had found it in the bathroom. His supervisor was standing there and I asked him to thank him. He pointed to a wonderful man who was taking a break outside the door and said, "that's him". I walked out and thanked him over and over.
Now I'm once again kicking myself and am back into "what was I thinking mode". It wasn't until we were well on our way home that Jim turned to me and said, "You know, you really should have given him a reward". Yes, I really should have. I so wish I had thought of it at the time. I am going to send a card into corporate telling them what a wonderful staff they have going on there.
----------------------------------------------------------------So there you have it. Will I ever learn...
They predicted rain today. The sun is shining. I'm not complaining.
Thanks for the sweet comments on my melancholy me post. The scanner still isn't working. The sanitary waste technicians might soon get an opportunity to try their hand at it.
Have a wonderful rest of the week everyone!