When I picked out stainless steel appliances to complete the look of our newly remodeled kitchen, there was some thing which I did not realize and therefor lacked my consideration. The thing is that my 7 year old son quickly dubbed our fridge the "robot" fridge. I did not realize the darn thing actually has a door alarm which will beep periodically if a door is ajar or left completely open too long for grazing! This seemed a handy novelty given that our 3 year old needs to seek out-patient rehab for cheese-addiction and frequents the fridge at all times day and night. I say "seemed" - past tense, because today, a new problem presented itself. Today, I had yet another horrific headache and noise was especially grating on my nerves. I also had horrible back pain and laid propped at a specific angle on the couch with more pillows than Martha Stewart could fluff in a life time! Today, Loka, the African Gray, also discovered how to imitate the fridge alarm! I made approximately 5 trips to the fridge, re-closing all 3 doors repeatedly. Then suddenly, as though needing to sport my sunglasses, it dawned on me, at 7pm! It wasn't the fridge, it was our "charming" feathered family member, making me attend to beeping things in vain, things that were not beeping at all. Gr. At least I know the robot isn't being overly talkative.
That leads me to another of today's events-my 7 year old son was verbally arguing with a talking toy. I have a childhood Christmas memory of being excited about a "Betsy-wetsy" doll, then there was the "Krissy" doll that grew a ponytail when we pushed a button on her back. Now there are remotes for robotic dinosaurs, talking, walking, growling toys, light up toys and video games that would make the inventors of PacMan fall faint. My 3 year old knows how to replace batteries in game controllers and other toys and how to put them into the battery charger!!! Can't I be fitted with a battery pack? Then there is me, the one who couldn't tell the difference between the fridge and the bird!
If dirty kids leave a dirt ring in the bathtub, why can't bubble-bath doused kids return the tub to a clean state? Just curious. Curious and lazy, you caught me, I can't lie.
Well Dear Readers, I wish you an un-alarming evening and a well-energized day. Be Blessed!
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