So while I'm on the topic of washers, last week our washer started leaking. Unfortunately it was repairable. But I've decided that I want a new one. Kent doesn't understand why I want a new one when we have a perfectly good working one. However, I'm sure that if he was responsible for the laundry for a couple weeks he would understand. So even though our washer is working I'm still drooling over those front-loaders. My favorite? The GE Profile washer and dryer. It's ridiculously awesome and rocks my world. You can get the pedestals that give it a lift, but that's not the best part. The best part? You can get containers that go in the pedestals, fill them up with your detergent and fabric softener, and it dispenses it for you. Now I just have to convince Kent that the strain of pouring the detergent into the washer is detrimental to my health. 
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Those poor fingers :( I was just thinking how nice it must be to have a pediatrician in the house. Much less time in the doctor's office. Not that you would have to go for the burns... but you know what I'm saying.
So have you seen the commercial with the giant rolling ball of laundry? It's like "a year of dirty laundry can be daunting" (skips to a year of laundry all washed, dried, and folded) "but not with the automatic detergent dispenser." Now, I think the idea is FABULOUS and really hope you get one so I can try it out, but I don't think the detergent is the daunting thing about a year of laundry. What I need is a washer that will fold the laundry for me. Oh, and put it away.
Good luck talking Kent into it.
I talked to Bishop the other day and he told me your blog address... and then I forgot it so I tried to staulk you on Facebook and couldn't find you. Grr. So I am thrilled that you stalked other peoples blogs to find me! :) I am so excited to hear that things are great for you. Two kids! Wow :) I definately have some catching up to do! :)
You think you don't need to replace your existing washer with a newer one huh...well washer are just like people. Tell your hubby that. One day without anywarning they just give up the fight. I have been stranded with wet clothes in the washer twice. My sweet old machines left that parting gift of having to ring water out of piles of jeans. It is always the jean load too.
Poor Eric, although if it makes you feel any better, I slammed Daisy's finger in the door at my parents (it is an old door with a metal frame) and yep, I broke it! To top it off I did like most people from a small town... I put a bandage on it (since the nail was ripped off and out from under the cuticle) and we went to dinner! James yelled at me and forced to the ER, but who wants to go to the Casa Grande ER... Right!? After some thought I decided to take her (when it was still bleeding after dinner and looked really bad!) She had to have stiches! I have learned my lesson. I think there is something to be said about the profession our docs have chosen!
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