So Pella just called.
(I bet you know where this is going.)
“You know that installation appointment you had scheduled for Monday?” asked Heather, my friendly Pella person.
“Had?” I said. “That sounds ominous.”
“Well, the installation guy just called, and they sent the wrong parts again.”
At this point I’m laughing. Because, you know, you just have to laugh. I mean, I ordered these things back in July. We’re well past the ridiculous now, and trundling our way through the sublime.
“When he called me, I thought he was joking,” she tells me. “I think your blinds have Murphy’s-Law-syndrome.”
I had no idea it was a syndrome. Do you think I can get vaccinated for it?
Clueless as to what’s going on? Desperate to join in the laughs? Check out the first installment of The Saga of the Pella Blinds, published back in October, or revisit the most recent installment for a quick refresher.
(I bet you know where this is going.)
“You know that installation appointment you had scheduled for Monday?” asked Heather, my friendly Pella person.
“Had?” I said. “That sounds ominous.”
“Well, the installation guy just called, and they sent the wrong parts again.”
At this point I’m laughing. Because, you know, you just have to laugh. I mean, I ordered these things back in July. We’re well past the ridiculous now, and trundling our way through the sublime.
“When he called me, I thought he was joking,” she tells me. “I think your blinds have Murphy’s-Law-syndrome.”
I had no idea it was a syndrome. Do you think I can get vaccinated for it?
Clueless as to what’s going on? Desperate to join in the laughs? Check out the first installment of The Saga of the Pella Blinds, published back in October, or revisit the most recent installment for a quick refresher.