Our dyer decided to stop turning the drum, even after I loving repaired it four times, promising never to throw it in the dump. As thanks it decided to cook it's motor and turn everything coal black.

I found out today that the bonus of my daughter being in French immersion school is a trip to Quebec City next year, which I have to pay for--tomorrow. Which is a fortune.

Every year I debate ripping the siding and plywood off the outside of the house to find out where TF the Icelandic draft is coming in from that causes 2 inch ice build up on the windows--inside the house.

Something in the basement stinks like old dog turd and I've torn it apart three times to find it. It never smells when I'm destroying the place, but the very next day.....