Depressing though this is, I am happy about my new washer and dryer. Yeah, they’re blue. And the washer is front-loading.
Granted, the drip pan was bolted to the floor by the previous owner of our house so the installers had to just put the new washer in the same place as the old one. The bi-fold doors on the laundry closet-thing take up too much of the door frame when they’re open, so our front-loader can’t open if the bi-fold doors are open. So, if you come to my house, you can see the new appliances because there aren’t any doors at all right now.
Actually, I think you may be able to see them through the 2nd story picture window if you stand at just the right angle in the cul-de-sac.
But even with their new prominence in our decor, I am still happy. Largely because my day involves things like my daughter landing butt-first in a bowl of chili. That’s right. Her behind. In a bowl of chili. This is why I need a really good washing machine. She somehow mananged to flip over the back of the sofa and catapult herself onto the coffee table during our playroom picnic time. She was actually sitting upright in her bowl of chili on the coffee table.
The new washer got that chili out of the seat of her footy pajamas in no time. And it didn’t sound like the washer was trying to escape our house–which was a problem with the old one.
So, I am pleased with appliances. I think I’ll go get in my minivan and buy a new blouse at Ann Taylor to celebrate.
