Don't you hate it when you move into a new rental house, and you go around and turn everything on to make sure it works, like the washing maching and the dishwasher, and it all does, and then your new landlady comes over to do a walkthrough inspection, and she fiddles with the washing machine and the dishwasher too, and then after she leaves, the washing machine won't start?
And then you call her and leave a really nasty message on her answering machine that says, "Hey, this is Queenie, and you fiddled around with my washer today, and now it doesn't work. And it worked earlier, so you totally broke it, and you need to come over right away and fix whatever it was that you screwed up."
And then you hang up, and then you see the cord hanging out of the back of the washing machine that you accidentally pulled out with the laundry room door five minutes before and forgot to plug back in? Don't you hate that?
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Because Rotten Endocrine System Just Doesn't Have the Same Ring
About Me
- Queenjulie
- North Carolina, United States
- I was a book editor who realized what I really wanted to do was stick needles in people, so I left publishing and started nursing school. This is the story of my journey toward becoming an RN.
Today's Lunch
Probably macaroni and cheese, or maybe soup. It's cold, rainy, hot soup kind of day.
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