I may not be Dooce and I certainly don't own of those fancy front loading
Now I know what I said about my washer and I still stand behind that (and all of my posts even the one that turned me into a non-believing, leftist red commie), but really now is not a good time for us to be ponying up big money for a new washing machine. The Gardener is still only working 32 hours a week (since November) and there is talk that he may be laid off soon due to the crappy economy. Mae's medical bills have used up what little money there is after all of the household bills have been paid, our car just cost us $200, Mae had some unexpected Dental work and today I have to take the girls shoe shopping because tomorrow is the first day of school and be damned if they are going to go back wearing "last year's shoes." (That last part was a direct quote from Mae, the house fashion snob.) All that said, we don't have money for a new $1300 front loading steam washer or even the modest $700 washer I picked out months ago. After the Gardener declared our washer un-fixable, he suggested we buy a cheap top loader to replace ours. I hate that idea and refuse to spend money on something I will be pissed off about for the entire lifespan of the cheap washer. Instead we go out to the barn and look through the pile of appliances that we happen to be storing for a certain displaced hippie I know. Luck has it that there was a washing machine out there and it happened to be an almost exact match to the one we had except it was white in color rather than pukey tan. So the Gardener did the only logical thing and removed the white outer shell of the replacement washer and and slapped on our pukey tan one so our
After all of that, we once again have clean clothes and a washer that doesn't hop around and screech... yet.
*** As I was writing this, my grandfather walks in and asks what I'm doing. "Computing?"he asks. I tell him that I'm writing on my blog (and explain to him what a blog is) about my broken washing machine. He gives me a puzzled look and says "It doesn't work? Honest?" I swear sometimes I think he wouldn't notice if the house were on fire.