This week it seems the universe would just like to double check that I am still capable of functioning in the big bad world all by my lonesome.

Yesterday I opened the washing machine before going to work (at 3:00 in the morning mind you) to find that it did not and would not spin out. It is always ever so nice to have a sopping pile of moldering laundry stinking about.

Gross.

When I called the repair line the woman advised me to clean the pump filter as though any reasonable person would know they were supposed to open a hidden door on their washer and let out all the lingering water and leftover nasties.

"It's right in the owner's manual."

Oh. That thing. That is somewhere. Here in my house.

Somewhere.

But thanks to the internets and a couple of grody old towels it is all clean now and we will see if the problem is magically solved.

Also my table is repaired and ready for pick-up this afternoon. I sent an e-mail to the seller requesting to be reimbursed for repair costs and received a prompt reply and the money.

Well, well. Take that universe.

Now if I can just get it back into my car, across town, and up the stairs we will be in business.

If tomorrow the engine in my car explodes or all four of my tires simultaneously blow on my way to work at 4 AM I will not be the least bit surprised.