We got a new washer and dryer.
The washing machine and I are not getting along. In fact, we hate each other. It sits there looking mockingly at me with its one big eye.
I don’t understand it. I’m a modern woman. I’m intelligent. I’ve been doing laundry half of my life — since I was 15 years old! But for some reason, this washing machine has bested me every time I try to wash clothes in it.
Is it the fact that it was a floor model and my husband and a friend installed it and possibly shook something loose? Or just that I am so challenged that the multiple options and buttons are too much to handle?
DID SOMEONE PUT A LAUNDRY HEX ON ME?
