Our renovation crack dealer
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Our renovation crack dealer
makes house calls.
Our renovation crack dealer
Die, You Nasty Appliances, Die!
At last, I finally talked Mike into getting rid of all the old appliances in the house. It took some doing, let me tell ya (“Whaddya mean?” he says. “These all work fine. They’ll last a long time.”) But gross. The dishwasher emitted an unidentifiable bad odor. The trash compactor was missing some front pieces and, well, I was too afraid to look in it. The refrigerator looked like it must have stored deer meat and old-peeps’ medicines. And then there was the matter of the petrified dead rat wedged between the dryer and the wall. They all HAD TO GO. So bye-bye, nasty applicances. Hello, shiny new ones. (Thanks, dear hubby!)
