Tonight, after a very long day, filled with aggravation, something happened that lightened the mood considerably.
Folks, the washing machine exploded.
Now, it might not sound like a good end to a long day. It might sound as though it would be just the thing to push you over the edge. But it wasn’t. It was quite the opposite actually. It brought on quite the amusing scene.
I mean seriously. Whose washing machine just explodes water, shooting it up the ceiling, out the sides and drenching all the walls and floors?! Well, ours did. It was hysterical! (Our washing machine is conveniently located in the basement, so nothing was really damaged outside of some old junk whose days were numbered anyhow.)
There was water EVERYWHERE!! We sopped it, mopped it, and wiped it up as best we could, laughing at the thought of the H2O explosion. We used blankets, towels, 2 mops, several rags, and an unreliable squeegee on a stick. We pushed, soaked, and dabbed up all traces of water off our belongings (and the floor) and guided the streams into the sump pump.
Thankfully, we had plenty of helping hands to clean it up…and a lot of humour to make the time pass quickly. I would definitely do it all again :)