Good news, bad news and maybe more good news (if I don't handle the last thing myself, that is)...

The first good news is that I just got off the phone with Nepco, the people who make Cedarific brand cat litter.

I told them about Giant dropping their product and asked where else it's sold around here.

The lady said she'd been hearing about this.
She said she's gotten several phone calls today from other people around here about it.
She then gave me the 800 number to their distributor to find out where else it's sold.

Then, I told her that Nepco officially has my permission to give the other people from around here my email address, WHICH they'll find on the email I sent them the other night about this, so we can DO SOMETHING about Giant's stupid decision.

Then, I called the distributor and, joy of joys... it's sold right at the same Agway where I get my horse feed!!!!!

VIVA LA AGWAY!!!!!!
(And, God bless 'em, too...)

So, I called Agway to make sure they do sell it (yep) and I told the lady at Agway that when I go to the Giant later because my bank is Sovereign and they have an office there, that I'm gonna put up one of those little yellow cards they have available for people to advertise shit they have for sale and whatnot and just have on it that Cedarific is sold at Agway (so, basically, Giant can go to hell).

I think I may still call Giant again and give them another ration of shit about it, though...

Thanks to that goddamned stupid piece of shit dryer of mine, I'm getting in the mood to rip somebody a new asshole.

Which brings us to the bad news....

I took the tube thingy off the back of it a week or more ago so it could stay "not so hot it shuts itself off all the goddamned time" and... it's STILL DOING IT, DAMN IT.

I put a load of jeans in it a little while ago.
It was DEAD COLD when I did that.

I go about my business, cleaning, and go upstairs to do those two cat boxes and empty the trash cans and the fucker was stopped AGAIN.
It hadn't even run a freakin' HOUR.

Man!
I got so pissed, I YANKED that useless fucker outta the niche it's in, into the middle of the friggin' floor and looked into the place where the tube thingy connects to it with a spotlight to see if it was clogged.

It's not.

I cussed it up one side and down the other, did the shit I went up there to do in the first place, threatened it's life, tried it again and... it came on.

My hand to GAWD, if I go up there again and find it's stopped itself before that, or any other, load of clothes is dry, I will kill it.

Or... I would have IF I hadn't radioed George and made him a deal, and I quote:
(which, by the way, brings us to the possible "other good news, if I don't handle it myself"...)

*beep, beep*
(That's me, radioing him...)

Him: "Yeeessss?"

Me: "Ummm, gotta question... If I promise not to beat the dryer into component parts with my Pusser club, will you look at it when you get home and MAKE IT WORK RIGHT?"

Him: "What's it doin'?"

Me: *rolls eyes at such a dumb question* "Shuttin' off before shit's dry.
(Thought, but not said... what's he THINK it's doing? Vacuuming? Jeezus.) I took that stupid tube thing off of it and it's still not WORKING. Is there any place else lint could be building up besides the lint trap or the hole where the tube thing connects to it to make it do this? I did notice some fuzz-shit hanging out the bottom front of it... you know, at the bottom, underneath the door, at the very bottom where it's about four inches from the floor and it goes in and under a coupla inches, where that stupid kitten was that time."

Him: "I dunno. Vents, maybe? Yeah, I'll look at it. Don't beat it to death."

Me: "Okay. Thank you. Meanwhile, I'll just dry clothes with my got-damned lighter or something... You KNOW how much I hate shit that can't do the one thing it was put on this earth to do."

Him: "Yeah, I do. TV remotes, coffee pots, screen doors, VRCs, cell phones... yeah, I know..."

Me: *giggle* "Well, do ya blame me? Jesus Christmas. If you have only one purpose in life, fulfill it or get the fuck outta my life, ya know?"

Him: "Yep. I know."

Me: "Goes hand in hand with that whole "If ya don't work and I can't figure out why, I'll KNOW why ya don't work, 'cause I"LL KILL YOU." That's my motto."

Him: "Yep. I know that, too."

Me: "Okay, then. I won't feel compelled to kill it. Yet. I'll wait til after you look at it and if it still wants to fuck with me after that..."

Him: "Uh-huh."

Me: "Cool. Thanks for that and making me laugh. Back to the stupid dishes, now, I guess."

Him: "Okay. See ya later."

Me: "See ya."

Stupid (spittle-flecked expletives deleted) dryer.
It's not like I don't have a hard enough time, sometimes, gettin' my ass in gear with this endless cleaning shit.
Oh, noooooooo.
I need IT'S shit, too.
*disgusted sigh*

Anyway...

I found my cat litter again!

Yippe-ki-freakin'-aaaay to that, at least.

And, to end on an "up" note, I'm outta heah.

Back to bustin' suds.
And the other 49,000 things that need to be done.

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 01:10 PM

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