Right now, here, in this public forum, I would like to apologize to the appliance gods for whatever I did to anger them. If there is something I can do to atone for my unintentional actions, please let me know. Please give me my appliance karma back.
Just a quick running list.
1. I have now fixed my car air conditioning four times in the past 10 months. Okay, I didn't fix it. I paid someone else to. Four times. And if you'll recall, I am in Minnesota, so yeaaah, I didn't use the air conditioner 8 of those 10 months. I had it fixed again two weeks ago. Today it's 90 and it is, yup, dead again.
2. Yes, this is on the same car with the broken slider door, the broken power lock and the broken windshield wiper.
3. Our water heater keeps going out on us. It has been repaired twice in less than a year. And it's 5 years old. And cold showers in the morning are so overrated.
4. Our dishwasher gives me back dishes that were dirtier than when they started.
5. Our oven needs to come with a sticker that says, "Multiply whatever time it says to cook something by 1.5."
6. The lens on my nice camera is broken.
7. Oh yeah, and that is to say nothing of the raw sewage that we keep getting in our basement every 9 months. Yeah, we so need to take care of that as we're due for another sewage flood. But taking care of it means either digging up the floor of our finished basement and/or excavating the exterior of our house. Good times.
But our washing machine. Oh yes, our washing machine. My dad likes to joke that my mom has had a long-standing affair with Ken Moore (or Kenmore in case you didn't get that). And I am the same. With three boys, I hang out with my buddy Kenmore a lot.
But then he failed me. He threw a fit and exploded the night before I left for Cancun.
In an effort to be as ready as possible for being away from the house for the better part of the next week and a half, I had washed everything. Last to go in were the bathroom rugs. I went to bed and asked Brian to toss them into the dryer before he crashed. As about midnight, he heard a sound that sounded like a herd of rhinos breaking into the house. He cautiously walked to the laundry room to find that the washer had walked itself out from the wall about 9 inches, had spontaneously burst open its doors and the entire inside had fallen down.
It was dead. As in, "go get a new one" dead.
That was two weeks ago. You know, life's been kind of busy, I just haven't had the time to go buy a new one.
And now we're officially out of clean underwear.
So last night when Caleb came home doing this.
I knew we were in trouble.
Lice.
And no washing machine.
Yes, I have angered the appliance gods. Again, appliance gods, I am so very sorry. Will you please go rain on someone else's appliance parade?
Thanks.
P.S. And up next, what we did about aforementioned lice.
