This morning I put a load of sheets in the washer (because Friday is my sheet day) and I went on my merry way. I got busy with other things and when I finally returned I noticed that my washer wasn't doing anything. So, I did the usual things ... open the door, move the things around, try it again, etc., etc. After I had tried everything I called the service company and just my luck ... it's a holiday AND a Friday so they can't get to me until Tuesday morning. PERFECT! I have a LOT of laundry already piled up and we're heading into a weekend. OH JOY! So I am grumbling around the house, completely flustered, but I think to myself, "I can take care of this. I'll take matters into my own hands and make my grandmother proud."
So, I head outside with my wet clothes, a rope and some clothespins (thankfully I had some) and start constructing my own clothes line. Did I mention that we're having HIGH winds today? Yeah! Nice! But I decide that this is a blessing since I need to dry the clothes. So there I am, in my backyard, hanging up clothes and reminiscing about the days when as a young girl I used to play in the sheets that were hanging on my grandma's clothes line. Sweet sweet memories! But then there's the wind and the clothes are dripping wet. So I leave my memories behind and get back to my grumbling.

I called to Kate to come and help me and I say, "We're like flipping pioneers out here, hanging our clothes on the line." And then my 10 year old looks at me and says, "Mom, why don't we just put them in the dryer? It's not broken. The washer is."
Thanks Kate! I appreciate your help! NOW ... could you figure out what's wrong with the washer please?



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