I think so. Or at least they are making very grandiose scenes of their demise. Perhaps to get my attention? Have I not been spending enough time with them? Have I not been the attentive owner, they so sorely need? Are they guilt-tripping me?
There has got to be something.
Yesterday, as I sat around minding my own blog business, luckily 4 meters from it, my washing machine caught on fire.
No, I am not kidding.
Flames and smoke people. Real, actual flames and smoke.
Good that both I and the Hubs are so great in any crisis that we were able to scream like maniacs and attempt to repeatedly open the sucker while it was still on and completely ignore the fact that the first thing you are supposed to do is yank out the fokken power chord, until the flames died down on their own calmly turn off the power, put out the fire, and see what was the matter.
Now I must admit, and as all of you who follow me on Twitter know, the washing machine has been screaming every once in a while. I even suspected it of having made a suicide pact with the fridge who has been on its deathbed for months now, but I did not expect this. As the fridge sighs on, the washing machine is a charred shadow of itself. To be honest, the fridge quietly slipping off to the great beyond of household appliances I can fathom. After all, the house keeps upstaging it at every turn. But the washing machine is the one machine that I give attention to. I push it's buttons and I open and close its lid. I put in detergent, and I empty its filter. I use it correctly, and to its full potential.
Is it me? Am I the angel of death? Appliance fires are, after all, nothing new to me.
Extranjera - HAADES or Household Appliance Angel of Death Extraordinaire and Swift.
Yeah. I like it for the letterhead.
Is this where I go for my paycheck then?