Way back in April, the 16th as a matter of fact, we had a repair man come out from Walt's to check our ailing washing machine, Washcinda. She made funny noises. She randomly chose when to spin and when not to. She was ailing for sure.
Glenn came out, took her blood pressure and replaced her lid switch. He then suggested another part to replace (since he was here) and our little washing machine was back in action. All was right with the world.
Well, except that FIL refused to pay his half of the $196.00. No worries, I took it out of the rent. Ha!
Life was good. I could wash clothes again...that is until early last week, when the washers sister, Dryerella, started SMOKING. Seriously. Smoking. I tried to warn Dryerella that smoking was bad for her health, but you know how these young things are, all eye rolling and attitude.
FIL looked at her. He told me it didn't smell "electrical". He attempted to pry the lid off Dryerella but was met with staunch resistance. I am sure I heard her say, "I'm not that kind of girl!"
I became good friends with the laundry mat. I've been there before. But the machines there aren't MY machines. God only knows whose been using them. The machines had none of the spunk and funny clunky noises of Washcinda and Dryerella. Sure, they got the job done, but you know how hookers are, they're just paid to do a job. There is no emotional attachment. It's sad. It really is.
That and the creepy, single guys hanging out doing their laundry. Ew.
I figured I could play stubborn girl and refuse to call Glenn to come out and repair Dryerella. After all, we've had beautiful weather and thanks to my beloved I have a new love in my life: Clothie - my trusty new clothes line.
I've always wanted a clothes line! I know it's a weird thing, but I love hanging out clothes on the line. I love the silence of it, the crisp outdoor smell the clothes absorb, and the pennies I save not using Dryerella in the summer. Sorry Dryerella, you're still number one and I'll always use you for towels and jeans...when you are working that is.
Clothie and I are just getting to know each other and already Dryerella has gone crying to her sister, Washcinda and do you know what those two mean machines have done? Why, they've formed a little pact and Washcinda decided that if I'm going to abandon her sister, Dryerella, than she's going to stop working too!
Just this morning Washcinda groaned to a halt...right before the spin cycle.
So, here I sit, a half rinsed load of jeans held captive by Washcinda, Dryerella whose feeling betrayed by my new friend Clothie, who in turn is wondering why I haven't come out to see her today.
My only option for the time being is to revisit those tarty machines at the laundry mat. It's not something I'm looking forward to and I know once Washcinda, Dryerella, and Clothie get wind of it, there will be hell to pay.