No Shopping Day Four:
While packing up for a week in CT of dog-house-watching, my laundry hamper exploded clothes all over my hallway (let’s not talk about why I’m lugging dirty clothes to another state, okay?).
It’s been a dwindling relationship. It’s been making me angrier and angrier, as it stretches and rips and another metal leg breaks from its base. It feels like an essential purchase; enough of a reason for me to go onto Amazon to debate which one I wanna buy.
But is it essential that I replace it? I think not. Sigh.
Now if only I knew how to use a soldering iron. Or even owned one.