I'm trying to find the receipt on my oldest child because I'd like to return him and get my money back. There are 17 year warranties, right?
I laugh on the outside but on the inside I'm just sure that my kid is going to end up homeless due to his lack of motivation. And I refuse to be one of those parents who's children are still sponging off them until they hook up with some broad from the 3.2 joint to sponge off of instead.
Which, at the rate of things now, looks like it could be in someone's future. Unless a particular someone pulls his head out of his ass and starts doing his schoolwork. It ain't gonna do it itself, Gomer. Get 'er done.
This has been a message to those of you who don't have children. Really, don't have them.
Thankfully for him, there are women out there who are stupid enough to house the unmotivated. He's lucky he's cute and as of right now, has all of his teeth. Then again, some women don't care if a man's got teeth.
I did just about nothing yesterday. Well, I took a drive to Sears where it took me and 4 appliance salespeople to figure out just exactly what sort of water filter replacement I needed for my Kenmore sidebyside refrigerator that we bought there late last spring. Or was it early this summer? Seems like we just bought the damn thing. How am I already replacing the water filter? We don't drink that much water.
It was obvious to me that they thought I was trying to replace a filter on a much older machine. I'd neglected to write down what sort of refrigerator I had, exactly. And when I wanted to show them one on the floor, seeing as how we just bought it not that long ago, they all seemed to ignore that fact and talked amongst themselves, trying to decide which refrigerator it was I had. They'd voted and decided that I didn't own a Kenmore. That I owned a Frigidaire. Didn't matter that I'd explained to them that Consumer Reports didn't have enough red circles (sigh) to allow me to purchase a Frigidaire. In the meantime, while the geniuses were discussing, I was walking around on the floor until I found the fucker I'd just bought.
"Over here kids! This is the one!"
Oh! They agreed. That one!
Oh God. I just visioned my son selling appliances at Sears. Too many salespeople, not enough brain cells. He'll fit right in.
Filters run about $45 bucks. If I have to buy them every three months, that's ridiculous. Thankfully I had the Gift Card I'd gotten from Sears when they delivered the fridge with a scuff mark on the side and I asked them to compensate me with.
I have now used up the rest of my gift cards. Hencetoforth, my family will be drinking unfiltered water once this one's done. I'm not spending $180 a year on something that probably doesn't even do anything. Besides, we live in a city that has tasty, clean (God, I hope) water. And now I'm just needlessly bitching because I'm trying to focus on the fridge instead of on the real problem.
A teenager with attitude who's too cool for skool.
I remember the day when I imagined him being a rocket scientist. And now, I just hope he'll find a Sugar Momma who'll keep him in Ramen Noodles. I'll let you know how it goes.
7:59 a.m. - November 02, 2006
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