After I idiotically installed white carpet in my condo ten years ago, I spent a lot of my time not inviting people over for the fear that they would spill grape juice on it. Even though I don't keep grape juice in the house.
Ultimately, I decided to throw my friend his 50th birthday party there. I was going to have strangers in my house. Standing on my carpet. Drinking stuff. Red stuff. I figured the only way to calm down about my pristine carpet was to drink some wine myself. And it worked. I was having a fabulous time.
And then it happened.
Someone spilled red wine on MY carpet!
It was me.
After that, I didn't worry about other people spilling anything.
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I think I owned my new SUV hybrid a couple of months when in the chaos of blabbing on the cell phone and stressing about being late for family Thanksgiving, I threw the food in the back, jumped in the car, and backed out of the garage. But I forgot to close the back hatch, so it slammed into the garage door.
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Some of you know I recently got a MacBook Air. And I showed it off to you guys when it was shiny brand new a couple of months ago. Last week I dropped it in the garage and the rear right corner bent to the point that when I opened it, it made this scraping sound and peeled off a layer of something each time.
MrMudPuppy and I fretted over how much it could cost to fix this thing, and when he called the Apple Store to inquire, the guy told him that if he had put it on American Express, they would replace the whole machine for free.
Does MrMudPuppy have an American Express card?
Yes.
Did he use it to purchase my birthday present?
Are you kidding? We're talking about my karma here, so no, no he didn't.
But he called the bank (for the credit card he DID use) and asked and wouldn't you know they would cover the repair - woo hoo! He found out everything he needed to do and asked if he could take the Mac to the store right away and they told him yes.
When he spoke to the bank again the next day, they told him they would need a picture of the damage. Something they FAILED to mention BEFORE he dropped it off.
Do I nearly always accompany my blogs with pictures?
Yes.
Did I consider taking a picture of my broken computer a few days ago when I first klanked it?
Yes.
Did I, in fact, take a picture of the damage?
Please see above reference to my karma.
I asked my dear groom to call the Apple store to see if they still had the computer. I mean, it had been less than 24 hours. How far could it get?
Well, not only had they already shipped my Mac out for repair, those Apple bastards had already fixed it and now it's shipping to our house. WTF?!
Needless to say, the next phone call to the credit card company may be an expensive one.
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OTHER STUFF:
Anna from Life Just Keeps Getting Wierder had me rolling in the aisles with this one.
Also, as part of the current HumorBloggers.com Humor Carnival, Kirsten from The Soccer Mom Files gives us her rendition of growing up in the 1970s. While my carnival submission ranted on childhood slavery, Kirsten embraces her adventures outside as well as under the kitchen sink. You yungin's just don't understand how rough we 70s children had it.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
I Can't Have Anything Nice

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