My Black & Decker iron of 17 years died this morning. It just wouldn't turn on - died in it's sleep. Something to do with the temperature on/off dial, I think
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Oh, dear. I'm not laughing, I do understand - but that's a heck of a long time. I'd say your mom more than got her money's worth and you had a very good pressie.
When I called her last night and told her my iron died she shrieked, "*I* bought you that iron! It cost a FORTUNE!" When I reminded her we bought it 17 YEARS AGO she shut up fast enough. ;-)
You know... I just thought of something funny... Mom and I were just having a conversation two days ago about how if I were her, right now I'd have a 17 year old daughter. Hmm... Mom's attempt at a sudo-grandchild? Perhaps we should have a funeral.
Hope you manage to find such another loyal and hard working iron that too will become your friend.
I have chuckled at the thought of turning back to check the auto off function, but having already unplugged it - sounds so much like me, but that's just distractedness and absent mindednes on my part. In short, I'd forget my head at times if it wasn't attached.
:::whimper::: The new iron SUCKS. Grumble... I miss my baby already.
I have chuckled at the thought of turning back to check the auto off function...
Ugh. Really NOT a fun part of having an anxiety disorder. I've actually paid the catsitter to the house and check for me from the road before it gets so bad. But that's a whole can of worms I don't particularly need to bore you all with. The new iron does suck, but it has a retractable cord which surprisingly enough, seems like a really good feature for the problem in question - I *distinctly* remember unplugging it this morning because I can see the cord all tucked away in my head. Should have thought of that one years ago!
Ugh. Really NOT a fun part of having an anxiety disorder.
No, I actually understand. I wasn't like this before my breakdown. I used to be able to remember everything. Nor was I laughing at you, or such disorders - it was just as I read your post, I saw *me*. It is now common for me to, say, go into a shop to buy the ingredients for a ham salad, mumbling to myself all the way round what I need to get, and come out without the ham. Or drive down the street, and then think... did I remember to lock the door. I have been known to get part way to a Christening and then wonder if I left my straighteners on, and have to go back.
Well, the temporary iron, although *not* the love of your life, at least has a redeeming feature...
Hope you either grow used to it, or find a better one.
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I share your pain.
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You know... I just thought of something funny... Mom and I were just having a conversation two days ago about how if I were her, right now I'd have a 17 year old daughter. Hmm... Mom's attempt at a sudo-grandchild? Perhaps we should have a funeral.
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Hope you manage to find such another loyal and hard working iron that too will become your friend.
I have chuckled at the thought of turning back to check the auto off function, but having already unplugged it - sounds so much like me, but that's just distractedness and absent mindednes on my part. In short, I'd forget my head at times if it wasn't attached.
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I have chuckled at the thought of turning back to check the auto off function...
Ugh. Really NOT a fun part of having an anxiety disorder. I've actually paid the catsitter to the house and check for me from the road before it gets so bad. But that's a whole can of worms I don't particularly need to bore you all with. The new iron does suck, but it has a retractable cord which surprisingly enough, seems like a really good feature for the problem in question - I *distinctly* remember unplugging it this morning because I can see the cord all tucked away in my head. Should have thought of that one years ago!
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No, I actually understand. I wasn't like this before my breakdown. I used to be able to remember everything. Nor was I laughing at you, or such disorders - it was just as I read your post, I saw *me*. It is now common for me to, say, go into a shop to buy the ingredients for a ham salad, mumbling to myself all the way round what I need to get, and come out without the ham. Or drive down the street, and then think... did I remember to lock the door. I have been known to get part way to a Christening and then wonder if I left my straighteners on, and have to go back.
Well, the temporary iron, although *not* the love of your life, at least has a redeeming feature...
Hope you either grow used to it, or find a better one.
HUGS
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