I am glad that my whining could entertain some of you for some 57 seconds of your life. I'm not sure my whining has ever entertained Luke for any seconds of his life. Or my parents.
I was debating whether to post the video but a good friend encouraged me to go ahead and do it. She doesn't live everyday with my whining, she was unbiased.
But I'm glad that I could make some of you laugh.
Laughing is the best.
And now that I know how to make videos I just might get carried away. It was the easiest thing ever now that I have my awesome Mac. Really, the video-making has the potential to get out of control
Now that you are all my lovely blogging friends I feel like I need to warn you about something.
A couple of weeks ago I posted about how much I love my humidifier.
But now I have to warn you. If you own a humidifier, please, Never, EVER open your humidifier and look inside of it.
I did this today and almost passed out.
Well I don't know if I almost passed out from what I saw, or from the amounts of screaming and running in place and shaking my hands out of disgust that I did.
Let's back up. I noticed last week that our humidifier wasn't working as well as it had in the past. So I did the natural thing, I left it alone.
Then today at lunch, for some strange reason I will never understand, I decided to take apart the humidifier to see if I could problem solve in the 10 minutes I had left of my lunch hour.
Um, there was ALL SORTS OF NASTY going on in that there humidifier.
So I went and dug out the ole handy dandy humidifier manual.
I save all manuals for everything. It's a great fire hazard.
The handbook informed me that I am supposed to clean the humidifier after EACH USE.
I've had it for a year and never cleaned it once.
I could actually probably say that about a lot of items (and clothes) in my apartment, but thats another story for another day. Or not.
Now, my first reaction was to throw it away, I cannot handle things of that nature.
Blood and guts? I can handle that.
Dissecting pigs in 7th grade science class? I can handle that.
Mold of any form? I want to scream and cry. And most times I do.
But being the Woman that I am trying to become I decided to read the manual front to back.
Currently my humidifier is in about five different pieces resting in white vinegar, and I am resisting every urge in my body to just chunk the nasty thing and start over.
But I promise, I'm not whining about it.