So what is it with our appliances and having to be beaten in order to work. Remember the computer monitor that I so cavalierly thought I had fixed? That fix lasted all of an hour, I didn't have the heart to tell my readership that I had failed in my attempt to fix it. Then last night we pop in our DVD and. . . . "loading". . . . twenty seconds. . . "loading" . . . hmm this is unusual. . . . two minutes. . . . "loading". Blaine rips the cord from the socket, shuffles off downstairs with DVD player in tow. I sit puzzled while feeding the baby and listening to the whir of power tools speckled with mutters from Blaine. Footsteps coming up the stairs. DVD player plugged back in. "loading". . . . . thirty seconds. . . . "loading". . . . WHACK! as Blaine's fist pounds the player . . . . and the DVD starts rolling smoothly.
Today, repeat. I cannot figure out how to whack the DVD player though, so unless Blaine is here I can't watch a DVD.
Don't worry it's not like I usually waste my life away watching DVDs, but if Gwen's asleep and the baby is eating it is a nice way to pass the time.
Guess I will have to invest in books. Or boxing gloves. Whatever.