So while I was eagerly reading your comments about my washer dilemma and conducting much painstaking research all over the internet so that we could make just the right purchase, my hubby hopped into the van and went and found me a washer. And bought it. And dragged it home. With a smile on his face. And his cell phone turned off. Because he is that kind of guy.
Fortunately he and Costco and God dealt bountifully with lil-ol-control-freak me because this evening I am the proud owner of a FRONT-LOADING Whirlpool Duet. Which works beautifully. (And for which I intend to buy an extended warranty because appliances at our house age in DOG years, people– one year of life at the Owlhaven is equivalent to seven normal-house years.)
I literally did 5 loads of laundry since 3 pm. And cleaned and swept my laundry room. And have grand plans to wash sheets tomorrow since at this precise millisecond in time, there are no dirty clothes in this house. My laundry room may never have looked this good in its entire sweat-sock-filled life. (I’ll pretend I didn’t just hear the thunk of dirty jeans onto the floor in my teenaged boys’ bedroom).
Miracle of miracles, my lovely new washer spins the clothes so dry that the dryer now gets DONE in 54 minutes — just like the washer. And yes, I am aware that reviews all over the internet mention that exact fact, as well as some of the comments on my previous post. But I am here to vouch that it is true for me as well.
And my planets are aligned and all is right in my Downy-scented little world this evening.
And I have yet another reason to kiss my husband.