Do you have any hair left?
That's something my husband said to me a few hours ago. I'd called him to inform him of the second attempt to deliver a refrigerator to our apartment. He said the words of the title to me when I finally talked to him personally, after leaving a voice-mail message about the incident which provides the subject for this blog entry. I'd mentioned to the apartment complex manager the other day that we needed a new refrigerator, but that I'd appreciate a few days' notice before it was delivered. In... Sign in to see full entry.