Sunday, December 14, 2008

Das ist Kaputt!

My mouse won't scroll.

Our sink broke.

My shoes won't velcro together

The office chair snapped.

My husband has three rock chips in his car's windshield.

Mine has three rock chips and one crack.

Our garbage can is busted.

My husband has poop on his suit.

It is as if entropy is alive and feels the need to stimulate the economy.


Veena said...

Your husband is so grody!

Kristina P. said...

At least there's no poop on your windshield. Or is there?

pamc said...

You have my sympathy, and I invite you to visit my blog and read the sad histoire of our own efforts to stimulate the economy.

michellejohnnie said...

True! True! True!

clan of the cave hair said...

Oh, that's entropy? I totally thought that was parenthood. Silly me.
(seen you all over the blogosphere so decided it was time to stop by and say "hi", "HI")

Trisha said...

well, was it his own poop? just wondering. i guess you'll really never know though. would he really tell you that it was his, and not the kids? no matter how close you are to someone... you just never really know, do you?

good luck with that

maybe you'd like to borrow some money from me again?