It Came from the Drain

Thanks to the awesome powers of Craigslist, we got ourselves a washing machine!! No more dragging the clothing back and forth to the parents’ houses, no more dirty floor mats because we don’t want to ruin their washer - now we can ruin ours. I can finally start washing the mounds of baby clothing we’ve amassed - all in sizes 0-3 months, which I’m told is essentially worthless. Well, I can start in on washing the mounds once I get Dreft because, apparently, if you wash a baby’s clothing with anything else, their skin will spontaneously combust into small, deadly fires. As fun as it may be to have a randomly combusting child, we just can’t affort to be replacing his clothing every 10 seconds because of burn holes. I’ll save that honor for when he’s 8 and falling asleep with Marlboro’s in his bed.

So, after my poor father and poor Eric moved this giant washer up from a woman with the most adorable little girl ever’s basement, they had to then move it down to ours. To thank him, we bought both he and my mom dinner from The Tamale Kitchen. Dear Lord, was it good and cheap! It was the first time we’d officially entertained anyone in our house. It was nice. We still did not use the table to eat.

After watching Alberto Gonzales lie his face off, my parents left us to begin work on the washer. Eric cleaned it and hooked the sucker up. We did our first load, and it worked…sort of. The washer itself was beautiful. Did perfectly. Whisper quiet. It was our poor dear (nearly) 70 year old house that didn’t fare so well.

 

So now we must get a trap of some sort to slow the flow from the sink to the drain, and hopefully I can start on my mass cleaning sometime this weekend. Although, I’ll probably end up, as usual, flopped on the couch, complaining about a backache and whining for Eric to get me more water.

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