A New Kind of Fun

I had a fabulous weekend. Why? Because I could do laundry, piles and piles of laundry, ALL weekend long and ALL in my own home. After two months, my washing machine is fixed! I could write an epic poem about what it took to get the part to fix it. No more bumming off of friends, next door neighbors, or schlepping clothes to the laundromat. Now I have my beautiful, huge washing machine fully reassembled, and I think I've run every type of cycle imaginable this weekend. I've washed clothes, towels, pillows, comforters.... I've sanitized, I've steamed, I've taken wet clothes and only had to move them 12 inches to get them in a dryer. I wanted to pop a bottle of champagne. Never again will I take a household appliance for granted. Nor will I bitch and moan about doing laundry. I'm blogging this seemingly mundane event so I don't forget this sense of euphoria.