Sunday, November 22, 2009


I am going to be 40 in March.  I don't mind turning 40, and in fact have been calling myself 40 for a while now (The Professor's birthday is 6 months before mine, so when he turned 40, I jumped on the bandwagon too).  Unfortunately, however, this milestone seems to be coinciding with everything I own breaking down.

About 2 months ago, my Kitchen Aid died (granted, it was almost 20 years old, but still...).  Then my cell phone's screen went completely blank and refused to return.  Then the toilet handle broke off, followed, in quick succession by the flapper in the tank.  And then, while standing in Michael's yesterday purchasing a birthday present for one of the bazillion birthday parties the kids go to (it's standard to invite the ENTIRE class to these things 'round here) the strap on my purse snapped off, sending it to the floor with a loud thump.

Do you think my life could qualify for some sort of extended warranty?


Bezzie said...

Hmmm...well as long as your limbs and ears and nose aren't falling off, I think you'll be OK.

I'm glad I'm not the only one who starts just calling themselves X age. Dr. MS is only 3 mos. older than me...and what's 3 mos. between lifemates?

grmybmy said...

As long as there are no scratches on the magnetic strip on your credit card, you're good...