The Good Towels

My washing machine is busted. Well, it has been since I moved in, but I didn't want to complain because my rent would be paid on the condition of my loans coming through. I already got the new fridge, so who wants to beg another brand new large appliance when you haven't paid your rent? So I finally paid, moments after my loans came in (that's just the kind of tenant I am) and moments after that, complained about the washer. Well, I have acres of laundry to do.

It's all piling up. Like, my huge hamper can't contain it all. On top of that, I only got my inside clothes drying rack (there must be a shorter title for that) today. It's been raining for weeks, I have tons of laundry and no way to do it. So I am down to using the good towels. The "for company" towels. The (gasp) white towels. I hate using them. I think only of having to wash them when I use them. Tomorrow can't come fast enough for Annika.

I wonder if I'll be able to sleep for all the excitement. I adore appliances. Especially big, shiny ones.

SIDENOTE: Spellcheck asked if when I said "Annika" I meant "annoys". Shoot.