After several frustrating minutes on hold with Whirlpool I headed over to the internet and scheduled a Tuesday afternoon repair visit for the ailing ice maker.
I’m listening to the FRS playing the White Sox on the web using Chicago’s broadcast, not that other station, that still isn’t coming in worth a tinker’s damn.
Shit, I’ve used cuss words in my blog two nights in a row. Gotta stop doing that, it doesn’t do a damn bit of good and it sounds like hell.
I’ve been reading a series of books about an English Detective Inspector named Frost by a fellow named R. D. Wingfield and being a book about cops, or Bobbies, there is a lot of cussing involved. But they use different words over there, so they don’t sound too bad to my American ears. Maybe I should use sod or bloody and that way nobody will know I’m cussing except for my tiny UK audience.
While I’m reading the books, because DI Frost is described as rumpled, I picture Leo McKern of Rumpole of the Bailey fame in my head. I think if they ever make a movie about these books he would be perfect for the role, except he is probably too old now.*
Will trades in his hybrid for a car as close to an X-Wing Fighter as you can get in this century or galaxy: Red Five.
Maybe Will will use one the pictures of his new car for his entry for Photo Friday challenge of Attractive. I know I’ll probably use a picture of the Miata for entry, but right now I have nothing new. Tomorrow after I give it a bath will be another story though.