My poor wacher is on its last legs. For the past few months, a bad bearing makes it sound as is a 747 is taking off in my laundry closet whenever a spin cycle starts. It's deafening. You can't have telephone conversations while it's spinning, it's that bad.
Dim's aunt is a sales rep for GE, so I've been pestering her with questions for weeks about what I should buy and when. Ultimately, I chose a model that is more expensive than average, but is such a good machine that she swears that it will be the last washer I ever buy. I don't know about that claim, but I'm pretty excited all the same.
I've been watching our expenses really closely, and so I'll be able to pay for it without dipping into savings, which is nice.
I know that I sound like a total dork, but I'm excited for the washer to be delivered. No more FAA permits before I wash my undies.
Posted by Jen at January 26, 2009 9:09 AM