When our washer and dryer decided to break down simultaneously, and we discovered that they are basically computers that happen to wash clothes, and that getting them fixed would involve more computer-type repair than mechanical repair, we blew a gasket. Well, I blew a gasket and ran out the door and headed for work while yelling something to Celeste along the lines of, “If you have the chance today just go to the store and get a new (insert favorite cuss word here) washer-dryer set. I don’t care what it is I just want it to work!”
That was Monday morning. Monday afternoon Celeste sent me a text saying she’d purchased our new washer and dryer. She also said she’d picked colors that made a “(Insert favorite curse word here) you, I don’t care if they go out of style” statement.
I love that woman.
