Around 10:30, we were ready to haul our weary selves off to bed... just as soon as I put the load of laundry in the washing machine into the dryer. But when I went downstairs, the washer was making a funny noise (why can't washing machines make funny noises at 10 a.m. instead of 10 p.m.?!?) And it seems our old washer has kicked it.
The fun part was the fact that it had filled up with water before dying its quick death. So we had a machine full of clothes sitting in a pool of water. Which led to the fun of us throwing all the sopping wet laundry into a plastic bin, taking it upstairs, rinsing it, wringing it out in the bathtub and hauling it back downstairs in the hopes the dryer could handle it. And the night wouldn't have been complete without the PH and I trying to lay blame (him: "If only you hadn't told me to put a load in..." me: "If only you had done it without breaking the washer...")
So we figured out what to do with the wet laundry, but it still leaves the question of what we're going to do about the laundry situation in general. Stay tuned for my next post: "If KAT lived in olden times" accompanied by photos of me beating a pair of jeans against a rock out by our pond.