Saturday, December 6, 2008

If you need to find me . . .

I'll be down by the creek beating our clothes against a rock. Why? Because my washer took a big ole fat giant dump. It died. We knew that she was making a very loud noise that was only getting louder. We could only figure that it was the bearing. What is sad is that it is 9 years old. I don't think that is old for a washer.

I asked Mom if I can come and flip some clothes into their washer tomorrow. She said it is fine. We'll borrow my dad's dolly and haul the washer carcass to the road. Thank goodness that I haven't called for the big haul pick-up yet. See, I told y'all that there would be more to come. The neighbors are really going to think we're moving out now.

Don't worry. We'll just be replacing it with a general top-load washer. I've heard too many stories of stinking front loaders (literally smelling bad) and I just don't have that kind of money to lay out for a purchase right now.

Ugh. Off to the appliance store we go.

1 comment:

ChupieandJ'smama said...

Ours has one foot in the grave and is pulling the dryer down with it. Last weekend it over flowed 2x and I thought that it was the end, but it's still hanging on.
On a not so lighter note, Hubs and the Little Man were in a fender bender today. Everyone is fine, but remember that $1500.00 work we just had done? Well, the lady hit the front tire and did major damage negating that $1500.00 work. I'm sick about the money, but so so thankful that no one was injured. I'm just hoping that they don't total it. But of course this will also lower any amount we would have gotten for a trade in. Oh well....