This is totally unrelated and random...and really has nothing to do with Day 72 (at all). But I'm so close to catching up...I can't stand it. So...random it is.
I'm thankful for appliances. Ha. Is that weird? Whatever, I don't care...because that's exactly what I'm thankful for at this particular point in time.
I have a wonderful apartment...and in that wonderful apartment is a full-size washer and dryer (in my closet), a dishwasher, a microwave, a full-size fridge and oven...and a garage door opener (which isn't nearly as impressive as the garage itself). I'm lucky. Really lucky...and I'm entirely thankful that the contractor for this complex designed each unit with the laziest of tenants in mind...because I really benefit from that whole decision-making process.
When I lived in Montana, I had a mini-fridge (well, not exactly a mini-fridge, but it was about half the width of a full-size fridge). I had a teeny, tiny oven, a washer and dryer in the garage (because nothing says "clean" like exhaust fumes), and no dishwasher. NO dishwasher?? Seriously? I guess the lack of dishwasher wouldn't be so horrendous if I had a sink that was large enough to fit four glasses in at the same time...or have one plate rest flat inside of it. With how much I cook, I was constantly washing dishes, pots, pans, tupperware, etc. in a sink that was hardly even big enough to hold a canteloupe, and would always end up with more soapy water on me than the actual dishes (which is great, because that meant I got to clean them in a dark, dank, cold, fuel-smelling laundromat known as my garage).
Then again, I can't really complain...because before that, I was living in a studio apartment on campus above (of all places) a cigar shop, so I constantly smelled like an ash tray, had a shower that was hardly big enough to fart in, no dishwasher, a baby fridge, a kitchen in my bedroom, and no washer and dryer. If you're not afraid of being stabbed, or possibly killed, I would recommend going to a laundromat. The one I went to in East Lansing was a hot bed for criminal activity and perverts...and the sickest part was...you actually had to PAY to go there.
So, now that you're laughing (hopefully), I think you can see why I'm so thankful for appliances. And not just any appliances, but big girl appliances that not only work, but satiate my inner desire to be completely lazy, while making my life so much easier.
So...appliances?? I'm thankful for you.
Now if only you could take care of cleaning the house on your own...I'd be set.
I'm thankful for appliances. Ha. Is that weird? Whatever, I don't care...because that's exactly what I'm thankful for at this particular point in time.
I have a wonderful apartment...and in that wonderful apartment is a full-size washer and dryer (in my closet), a dishwasher, a microwave, a full-size fridge and oven...and a garage door opener (which isn't nearly as impressive as the garage itself). I'm lucky. Really lucky...and I'm entirely thankful that the contractor for this complex designed each unit with the laziest of tenants in mind...because I really benefit from that whole decision-making process.
When I lived in Montana, I had a mini-fridge (well, not exactly a mini-fridge, but it was about half the width of a full-size fridge). I had a teeny, tiny oven, a washer and dryer in the garage (because nothing says "clean" like exhaust fumes), and no dishwasher. NO dishwasher?? Seriously? I guess the lack of dishwasher wouldn't be so horrendous if I had a sink that was large enough to fit four glasses in at the same time...or have one plate rest flat inside of it. With how much I cook, I was constantly washing dishes, pots, pans, tupperware, etc. in a sink that was hardly even big enough to hold a canteloupe, and would always end up with more soapy water on me than the actual dishes (which is great, because that meant I got to clean them in a dark, dank, cold, fuel-smelling laundromat known as my garage).
Then again, I can't really complain...because before that, I was living in a studio apartment on campus above (of all places) a cigar shop, so I constantly smelled like an ash tray, had a shower that was hardly big enough to fart in, no dishwasher, a baby fridge, a kitchen in my bedroom, and no washer and dryer. If you're not afraid of being stabbed, or possibly killed, I would recommend going to a laundromat. The one I went to in East Lansing was a hot bed for criminal activity and perverts...and the sickest part was...you actually had to PAY to go there.
So, now that you're laughing (hopefully), I think you can see why I'm so thankful for appliances. And not just any appliances, but big girl appliances that not only work, but satiate my inner desire to be completely lazy, while making my life so much easier.
So...appliances?? I'm thankful for you.
Now if only you could take care of cleaning the house on your own...I'd be set.
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