Bad, Bad washer finally gets what it deserves,a one way trip to the dump. This washer hated me. It would choose when to dump the contents of the bleach compartment onto the title floor routinely and without warning. Preferably when I'm not home. During the spin cycle it made every effort to bust out of the utility room and spin free out into the pasture behind my house. If Simi was napping I had to sit on the washer durning the spin cycle to keep the decible level under 120.
Many a novel were read and finished on this machine.
Surpise!!! Hubby had new washer purchased, hooked up and running a load when I got home.
How much do I love this man? I never know when the load is done; I can't hear the tortured screams of the sheet rock.
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