Dad and I spent a couple hours messing with the washer this evening. Of course this was after a fabulous Easter lunch by my mother. (And doing all my laundry at their house.) We eventually figured out that some mechanism that "shifts gears" isn't shifting properly. Dad's going to try to find the part. I'm just going to stand by and laugh when his hands are way too big to get the new part on. Not really because then he'll make me do it. So, the washer is dead for the time being but I have clean clothes. It could be worse.
Oh yeah, and I'm apparently too old to receive candy on Easter now. No bunny love.
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