Okay, this is such a first world problem, but I detest a chore I have to do on Wednesdays and Thursdays – schlepping the full garbage container down to the curb and picking up the empty container the next day.
I hate, hate, hate this job because the dang thing is so heavy that it’s almost painful. My back doesn’t like it. My mood doesn’t like it. I get surly when I have to do it. In other words, I’m pretty much a baby about it.
Yesterday it rained like crazy and I didn’t take the container to the curb. I don’t when it rains because it’s slick on the driveway and I don’t want to fall down and go boom. But I could have taken it this morning because it isn’t raining. I’m telling myself that I don’t REALLY need to take the garbage out this week.
Y’all, when I said I was a baby about this, I mean I am a real kicking heels, screaming until face is red, tantrum having baby. I’m not the least bit adult about it. I would rather clean bathrooms all day long than to have to deal with the garbage.
Is there anything you hate to do around the house? Anything you’re kind of a baby about?
… for this picture. I can’t remember where I saw it on the internet.
Note how they describe it as a women’s “sexy” high cut swimsuit? The jury’s still out on that one. 🙂
This past weekend I did the laundry as I normally do. I use the regular washer for the cotton stuff and the pedestal washer for my intimates.
I opened the pedestal washer, piled all my bras inside, then decided to go ahead and wash the bra I was wearing since I’d gotten myself wet while cleaning the walk in tub.
You know where this is going, right?
The door of the pedestal washer jammed. It wouldn’t start. I honestly think it was my fault. I’m very careful to check the door twice before I slide the pedestal back into position. This time I forgot.
I heard this whirring sound and knew what happened immediately. When I tried to open the washer it wouldn’t budge.
I just stood there and started to laugh. All my bras were in the pedestal washer. Just to make sure I went into the bedroom and rooted through the drawers. Nope, no bras.
Y’all, this little rose is not the type to go without, shall we say, support.
Since it was Saturday I knew I wouldn’t be able to contact the warranty department. Thank heavens I bought an extended warranty on the little darling. Monday morning I contacted them and, just as I thought, I couldn’t get the LG people here until next week.
Guess who placed an emergency order to Amazon?
It is to laugh.
Has your washer ever eaten your clothes?
EDITED TO ADD PICTURES OF A PEDESTAL WASHER:
A pedestal washer fits beneath a regular washer. You access it by pulling it out, then pushing it back into place before the washer starts. It’s for small loads or hand washed items.
Don’t ask me how I found this place. I wasn’t actually looking for it, but isn’t that a cute idea for a Christmas present? If I wore socks (I wear tennis shoes that don’t require socks) I’d love a pair of those. I’d immortalize Stanley. Not that he needs to be more front-and-center in my life.
Here’s the company (and they have other cool personalized items): https://www.groovebags.com/products/custom-dog-socks?variant=7690371203138