Thursday, January 29, 2004


Still waiting for the elusive washer repair man. I set aside the afternoon for this task only to have him call saying, "gee, I'm running late...could we reschedule for tomorrow?'

I told him no. He'll have to come out tonight. No matter the time.

I have other plans for tomorrow.

I'm planning, if the stars align properly, on bringing Amy home from the hospital.

Mr. Maytag may not be happy about that...but I am.
Addendum: Mr. Maytag kept me waiting for 8 hours...and then called saying he couldn't make it.

He doesn't know what he's getting into....odds are he's going to have to deal with Amy now.

Thank God.