I claimed then that days of our old dinosaur of a washing machine (age 43) were numbered. After my I-Love-Lucy experience complete with sparks, smoke and a washer bouncing across the flooded basement, I just about threw in the towel.
But, we made Dino last another year and a half. Sure, we may have only been able to wash on cold. Sure, we may have not been able to run more than two loads in a row without risking another explosion. And sure, our whites may not have been as bright nor our clothes as sterilized as the average consumer. But we did it. We made it work.
Then a couple of weeks ago we officially became old and boring. I got a small bonus from work and when we looked at the check we both immediately said: "Pefect! This will cover a new washing machine!" See. We're old. And really boring. But I digress. Back to the main event:
Bye bye, dinosaur:
Hello, my beauty: