Now, that's true love

September 18, 2010
For the last six months or so our washing machine has smelled like s*%!

Pardon my french, but it's true.

Every time I started the washing machine it filled the entire house with poop smell. Not forgotten-sock-stuck-in-the-bottom-of-the-spinner (we looked) or mildew smell but poop. It made me feel like a slob but we could never find the source of the smell. Nothing else smelled like that. It drove me mad.

So after starting the laundry today and commenting under my breath how bad it smelled, Jeff got up and started working. He ripped apart the entire washing machine. A few YouTube videos later and he had found the culprit. Gross, nasty, stank. Lint, hair, hard water, and gunk. It was beyond disgusting.

Jeff immediately set to work scrubbing, scraping, and cleaning every nook and cranny of that thing. He spent a good two hours cleaning it and never once complained about it. As a friend commented on my FB status about this, "You know, they talk about wine and roses as signs of love, but taking apart the dishwasher to clean it is the really deal- deep, true-blue, sincere-to-the-core, forever-after love. You are a lucky gal."

Yep, now that's true love!