August 31st, 2009
Remember my washing machine that I hate? I guess it heard me bitching because it’s punishing me: it won’t spin right and the clothes are left soaking wet at the end of the cycle. My effort to trick it into spinning and draining have failed and I have been reduced to wringing the clothes out by hand in the tub, which is really hard, and my hands aren’t really strong enough for it. Nor my wrists. In fact everything below my elbows is ready to fall off and I haven’t even gotten to the towels yet.
And we have company coming tomorrow and I assume they will want to bathe and when they do, that they will want to dry off after. So it looks like I have a date with some soaking wet towels later tonight… I may try stomping them instead of wringing.