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Time to go old-school with the ice trays, Dawg. IF you can find room in the freezer, that is! I'd be doomed right now if I had to make room. Hope you get it fixed soon.
Grrrr. My in-fridge icemaker is not working. I've done the usual stuff, pulling it out, jamming it back in, jostling, poking, pleading and begging. I've flipped the on/off switch and let it sit for awhile.
Next I may have to do some electrical work, it's been awhile. I am not happy with my lukewarm, iceless screwdriver.
Oh lordy, have our lives become so petty that we consider jingles and coupons something to VENT about?
Grrrr. My in-fridge icemaker is not working. I've done the usual stuff, pulling it out, jamming it back in, jostling, poking, pleading and begging. I've flipped the on/off switch and let it sit for awhile.
Next I may have to do some electrical work, it's been awhile. I am not happy with my lukewarm, iceless screwdriver.
My granddaughter is a teller at a bank up on A1. Probably one of the busiest stretches of road in the state. No matter what you need, you will find it on that stretch of road.
Unfortunately they also have plenty of banks. And my granddaughter was the chosen teller to hold up today. Someone had to drive her home. She was shaking too bad to drive and couldn't stop crying. Understandably.
I'm sorry to hear that, Addie. I'm glad she wasn't hurt.
Grrrr. My in-fridge icemaker is not working. I've done the usual stuff, pulling it out, jamming it back in, jostling, poking, pleading and begging. I've flipped the on/off switch and let it sit for awhile.
Next I may have to do some electrical work, it's been awhile. I am not happy with my lukewarm, iceless screwdriver.
She did manage to get the dye package in the bag. Now the police are patrolling past her home every ten minutes or so.
I just talked to my daughter. My GD was hysterical by the time she got to the bank. The police had the bank surrounded within two minutes. The stupid woman actually sat down in a chair to count the money and make sure there was the $20,000 she demanded. The dye package went off on her in the bank.
The police demanding that everyone get down on the floor when they entered the building, did nothing to calm my GD down. Her manager had to yell at the officer that my GD was the victim, not the perpetrator. The fact that she was behind the window and not in front should have told him something.
If it is possible, there is a funny side to this. When the woman handed her the note, my GD thought it was a joke and started to laugh. She turned to go show her manager and the woman yelled at her that she has a gun. GD still thought it was a joke and started to walk away. Her manager heard the woman and immediately came to my GD's rescue.
Today, GD is still very upset. But there is a good side. She is moving into her very first own apartment in the basement of her parents building. They totally renovated it for her. All new flooring, painted from top to bottom, etc. Today all her new furniture (a present from her parents.) is being delivered and she will be sleeping in her own new home. Right now they are waiting for the furniture truck.