#1 and #2 are rather excited about this. Not because of the game, but because the special guests at the game are the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders. #1 has been carefully sniffing all of Hubby’s cologne for the past hour. I think he intends to make the most of it and try to ask one of the ladies out on a date. I don’t know how to break it to him that while these women may find him adorable and precocious, I don’t think they want to date a 14 year old.
In other news…
The repairman came today. He immediately turned on the washing machine, and it worked. “So… um… what’s the problem?” he asked me. When I stopped banging my head against the wall I described the history of Galloping Gertie. Everything works like a champ until it comes time to rinse, then the beast won’t spin without a push start, and last Saturday when I didn’t get to her in time to push start it, she stopped short and emitted a burning electrical smell.
Do you think any of this was evident while he was here? Noooooooooooooooooooo.
So he plays around with it, can’t get it to duplicate the problem, packs up his things and tells me to call if it doesn’t work again. He climbs into his service truck as I turn Galloping Gertie on to attempt to do laundery.
She won’t turn on.
As he is pulling away from my house down the road, I run out from my kitchen yelling and waving my arms frantically. “IT’S NOT WORKING AGAIN!!!!!” Neighbors with their small children playing outside make a grab for and run with their children, warning them to stay away from the crazy lady as I continue to run down the street to catch the repair man.
I finally get him back to the house, proudly turn the machine on again to show him, and the damn thing works.
At this point I educate the repairman on the finer points of the English language. #3, who was in the next room stood slack-jawed and eyes wide upon hearing his mom use these words. “You swore!” he exclaimed loud enough to be heard in the next county.
After fiddling with it for another 30 minutes, he is FINALLY able to get the problem to repeat. At last I had an official witness to the ghosts in the machine! The problem ends up to be (in his words) ”probably the lid switch”. He puts the part on order, tells me to use the machine if it works, and shows me how to stick my tongue out just the right way to get it to work until the part can be replaced next week.
So I am now doing the first laundry since last Saturday. The vacation from laundry was nice, but having clean underwear will be even nicer.