Since the move into our new house, the Henrietta Hotties have been making domestic purchases - a refrigerator and a vacuum to be specific. The Samsung refrigerator has already been dubbed “Zelda” because of the nintendo-like sounds it makes when you ask it for things like ice, water, and adjust its temperature. By ask, I mean pressing buttons, but it would be cool if it was a smart refrigerator and talked back.
Consequently the LG washer and dryer have been named “Mario” and “Luigi”. I am noticing a trend.
The vacuum and television probably feel a little bit like the black sheep because they have not received a name, but I am sure, given the nature of the ladies that live in the house, and their aptitude for being amused by the little things most “normal” people don’t do (like name their household appliances; try to say all the states using the vowels as they are pronounced individually, i.e. nEbrAskA…sounds like nay-bray-skay…think Russian accent, and then proceed to have whole conversations using only state names; and the like), it is only a matter of time.
I realize that you are probably thinking one of two things at this point: one, my roommates and I are certifiably insane, or two, you are jealous that you don’t live with such attractive, creative, and easily amused Godly women.
The latter, right? I thought so.
Um. Your apartment sounds AWESOME. (And yeah, I totally sounded out NayBraySkay out loud!)