"... our pets' heads are falling off!"

Anybody know where this quote comes from? That's the way things are going around the Rusco house. After the move we experienced the collapse of three appliances. First to go was the vacuum. I did my best to revive the old girl with a new belt and bag but she just groans, shrieks and stinks whenever we dare to turn her on. Next was the VCR. We could see this one coming for a while. We trained the kids in the tricky routine of coaxing a tape out of the machine after they watched it (it was a complicated matter of timing and precise button pushing). However, the final straw came when the old fella would no longer respond to the command "play". You can't get very far without that one! And finally, our TV is saying farewell by impulsively going to black with a horizontal blue line across the middle. The kids know that if you give it just the right whack a la the Fonz it can be revived, but the frequency of these incidents are increasing. So far everything else is holding up (although Big Mac just lost his G key-- that thing flew off in a typing rage but was quickly found). Don't worry about us, we're a resourceful bunch: the vacuum will be replaced, we found a loner VCR at church that needed a home, and we have another TV in our bedroom (we ARE Americans, after all!). We just won't be able to drift off to sleep listening to the soothing sounds of Suzanne Whang and House Hunters International...