They seriously stopped producing my stove in the seventies and they stopped selling it in the eighties. Parts started getting scarce in the nineties and were all but impossible to find in the two thousands. So here we are in twenty thirteen and I still have this reject stove from the seventies that picks and chooses when it wants to work. Like yesterday, you guys saw it, I rocked like no ones business. Today, it ruined two whole batches of cookies. And by batches I mean I made the recipe TWICE and over 60 cookies all came out the same... flat and brown and thin. Around seven I just gave up. I froze the remainder in oven ready balls but I have a feeling that they too are going to go flat and crispy and I'm just done.
So I was in Food lion this afternoon. I had to return the coffee I went out and bought my mom. (I bought her beans instead of ground Thursday at BJ's and she went and got a coffee grinder last night at Wal-Mart but found this morning it didn't work and the tone of her voice when she called me this morning said if you love me and you like your ears and living you will bring me coffee. So even though her voice said don't bother, my mind heard get your ass over here with coffee I got to her house and found that it was just that she didn't have enough strength in her hands to use the grinder. So I stood there and ground up the whole freaking bag and filled her coffee can, and went to Food Lion to return the one that I had bought her in case I couldn't get the grinder to work...) And I'm in line at customer service behind these two women that are all but screaming at the poor girl behind the counter because they want to return three cans of powdered baby formula and the rules of the store say you can't. Actually the rules of ALL stores that sell baby formula say that you can't return it in any way, at any time for any reason except if the store sold you expired formula. But anyway, she's trying hard to give this woman and her boss the dressing down of their lives and they're showing her in black and white that the policy of the store is that they can't take it back. They even said that they don't know why it wasn't posted on the door. (It's never been posted on the door) And the women are screaming that the cashier should have told them that they couldn't return them.
The cashier should have told them they couldn't return it?? It's freaking common knowledge. It really is. The cashier shouldn't have had to outright tell her... So of course the smaller one pulls out the s word. She's going to sue them. Over $45 worth of baby formula. Why do people always have to pulled out that word when businesses don't act like Burger King and let them have it their way?
Had all the kids today. They went out to play and then my house predictably turned into the rock band house. Did that ALL afternoon. Loudly. So yeah, this is probably going to be a short blog compared to ,y other ones.
I haven't read Wideacre. I've actually been writing when I wasn't playing or baking. Ideas of it just kinda popped into my head. Might do a little while I wait for my night meds to kick in.
So that's it for today. We have church tomorrow then we're having family dinner and I have to take the boy back to the ex's house. I kinda wish he lived with us, but I kinda don't. He's happier at his fathers and I'm happy to see him on the weekends. It's fine as it is. I want for my older niece to spend the night as well. I think she'd have fun here. Maybe work that out when it gets warmer.
Okay, that's it, I'm spent. Going to write a little and then head to bed.
Ciao bloggerinos!!
Love peace and Hair grease!
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