Leave it to my grandmother to know absolutely everything there is to possibly know about life. She's brilliant. And I love her. So I was having yet another small problem dealing with the washing machine. And my grandmother no questions asked, knows exactly what the problem is, and how to fix it. All I needed to say was, it just stopped in the rinse cycle. Me I gave up on this hours ago. I just happened to mention to her my teeny tiny dilemma, and she works yet another miracle. "I guarantee you've put too much stuff in their, Suzi. (yes that's what my childhood name is, my family still embarrasses me with it.) "Are you sure?" "Yes, jiggle the stuff around. Take stuff out if you have to." I take out a quilt, and low and behold...she's right...yet again. I lose. Nanny's 1,998,986 to Suzi's 1. I'll give myself a victory. I can't look that bad.On another note. The reason I broke the washing machine for the past 2 hours, is well...Can you believe it, I've been cleaning my room. And oh did it need it. I even shampooed the carpet. I'm so on a role today, and this lack of sleep for 2 days thing has for some reason made me want to be productive. I wish it had the opposite affect. But oh well. I needed to be productive, and well you can cross that off the months to-do list.
*runs to check on clothes*
I think I'm starting to feel the affects of not sleeping very well last night. I so want a nap, but I am forcing myself to stay awake. I still have some clothes to sort, and a bed to make.
*I just got the funniest text message from Kim...I LOVE YOU.* (If you give me a day in advance, I might be able to dig a grave that big. I'll have to rent one of those back-hoe things, but we'll get this done. Anything for my Lyle.)
I just realized that it's already 3 o'clock, and well I have more shit to do. And my Nanny's going to WinStar...what the hell am I going to do if the washing machine breaks again. She'll kill me if I mess up her gambling groove. They don't call her The Gambler for nothing. You ain't got nothing on her. So she's only going to Oklahoma...tell her that...




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