I can make list after list of bad things that happen to me when my husband is out of town.
A squirrel was in the basement.
A bird flew down the chimney.
I crashed the car on ice.
Another bird flew into the sunroom.
Another ( or the same ) squirrel found its way into the sunroom.
Someone left two tame geese on our doorstep and I put them in our basement and bought them a swimming pool.
I found a horse in our backyard. Dennis would not let me keep it!!!
Another cat that we had killed a snake in our basement and brought it upstairs to me.
I rescued a zebra finch from school and now he has a companion, a huge cage and we have more trouble finding a sitter for him than for our cat.
These things have happened all over the country...the geese here, the horse when we lived in St. Louis...for some odd reason the snake was in St. Louis, too.
So of course when something breaks I am on my own.
Yesterday the refrigerator said that its inside temperature was 6o degrees.
I called a repairman.
He fixed it. I paid him $300.00
Today the refrigerator inside temperature is 6o degrees.
I called again.
We have a warranty for the refrigerator that we didn't even know we had.
A repairman is coming again tomorrow to fix my fixed refrigerator.
I wonder if I will get my $300.00 back.
Have you ever been frustrated when things break for no apparent reason?