I am one of those people who hate to do laundry. I don’t mean that I simply dislike it, I HATE it. If my washer and dryer could talk there is no telling what sort of secrets they would dish on me. For example; you know all those socks that the washer seems to eat? Not in my house! Those socks fall down andI kick them behind them behind the washer. Not because I am nasty by any stretch of the imagination. It is simply because my washer is so old that if you move it to get the sock that fell it will start to leak.
These poor creatures survived a tornado but I will more than likely be the thing that just kills them. The dryer hates me and only works sometimes. The fact that I have to kick it to make it work doesn’t really have anything to do with it. The dryer simply hates me! We are no longer on speaking terms and I simply hang my laundry up to dry. My husband still uses the dryer and it works wonderfully for him. thew thing just hates me. The washer and I have a long standing agreement: I will not move it and will say wonderful nice things about it and it will not leak, will work for me, and will never tell my husband that it doesn’t eat the socks.
The fridge is a whole other story and about 40 hours of therapy….
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I live in a small Georgia town that you most likely have never heard of and I LOVE it! My house is more than full as I am a single mother of four & caregiver to my aging mother and uncle. Lover of all things Outlander. Goes to the beat of her own drum woman.
Patricia says
He he. Good Luck. I am in need of a new set myslef. There are so many to choose from.