The thrilling saga of how I fixed our washing machine for $40 and liberal application of the word "fuck" is here, if you care. If you don't care, well you can bite me because we really don't have anything in common right now. Since I fixed the washing machine all I want to do is laundry. It has very nearly supplanted vacuuming as my favorite chore (my favorite chore being the only one that actually gets done).
I will mention, just for your personal edification, that if you have any question in your mind that the wall water cutoff is not actually doing a thing to cutoff the flow of hot water to the washing machine, you should not under any circumstances disconnect the hot water hose from the washing machine. Because holy fuckballs people, I thought I was going to have to start collecting pairs of every animal on earth and set sail in my cooler, and Mount Ararat is a long way to go in a little blue cooler, even without the extreme overcrowding.
Moving on, I very nearly spent my $100 yesterday, to the point that I had the item in hand and was headed toward the register with Mia reluctantly in tow when I chickened out and ditched the box in a canoe display. I was going to buy new, fairly expensive, sneakers. I don't really need new sneakers. Sure, mine are a couple of years old and I got them for $35 at Kohl's, but they are still fine. I just thought I would get nice new ones since I'm going to the gym so much lately and also to have something cool looking to go with the three new pairs of yoga pants I bought yesterday to reward myself for fixing the washing machine and also because I discovered that the one pair of yoga pants I've worn nearly daily for four years has (naturally) a gaping hole in the crotch.
So, what do you think of new sneakers?