Okay, so in the grand scope of things (death, illness, death, and death again) it's not really a tragedy. Needless to say I am really (RREEAALLYY) mad. Really I am, I scared the kids, I totally didn't mean too. I'm sorry for that.
It starts with this washing machine, never buy this "Kenmore Elite" no matter what the fuck Consumer Reports says about it. (BTW they rated it #1 for 2 or 3 years, bullshit!) I loaded it this morning and set the timer, so it would be done before I got home. When I opened the door I knew something was wrong.
I saw my brown Workman kilt in the front but it didn't look right. I pulled it out and saw a huge tear. Right across one of the pleats. This is not the first time this washer has torn our clothes. We had 2 of Shannon's shirts torn and 1 of the sheets for our bed.
Taylor was on the phone with Shannon when I found the kilt (and yelled), she got a little scared (when I yell it can be scary, Daisey hides, kids cry, it's really not cool). So I gave her a hug and told her that I was sorry for scaring her. I really hate this washer. The dryer sucks too, it keeps turning off when the clothes are still wet. WTF! P,S,T,F,CS,MF,andB!
The only possible bright side (besides taking a sledgehammer to this piece of shit washer) is that Utilikilts has a repair program, so I'll have to call them tomorrow sometime to see what can be done. I'm not sure if Shannon's considerable talent can fix this. What do you think?