I’m going to add PA to my bio.
Our washing machine has been acting up lately. It’s one of those Samsung top-loader jobbies we got as a wedding gift from my In-laws (who incidentally celebrated their 52nd wedding anniversary yesterday!).
I love my washing machine. If it’s possible to love an appliance. It’s not fancy or anything, it’s just always worked really well and is easy to operate. And it has survived several sets of domestic helpers (not something I can say for the 4 vacuum cleaners we’ve had in the last few years)
For the last few weeks we have noticed that the 21 minute Economy cycle has taken closer to 60. And have preferred to dig our heads in the sand and try to ignore. The last thing we can afford right now is a broken anything in our house. Until the spin cycle got a little unspun on Monday.
DH and I then had The Talk.
Me: The washing machine is broken
DH: Yes
Me: Should we call someone (read: who are you going to call?)
DH: Yes, we should really call someone (read: who are you going to call?)
So, I left it last night and we tried to do a quick load this morning, same result, same conversation.
So I called the place I called last time to come and fix the oven and they came this avie. I would have let them in the garage door, but it wouldn’t open because “we” need to get new remotes as the current ones are really cheap and falling to pieces.
Oh, and “we” need to replace the second gas bottle, otherwise “we” won’t be able to cook.
He truly has many, many redeeming factors, so I’ll just have a quiet little whine. Shh, just between us ok?