We got a new washing machine two weeks ago- because this house is poison to everything. Anyway, when it arrived, hubby tried to put it atop the pedestal we used for the old machine. Unfortunately, the machine was wider than the stand and the machine went right on the floor.

Which wouldn’t be a problem if I wasn’t crippled and could bend down without my bones turning to dust at any sudden movement.

Once again, hubby ordered another platform for the machine and it arrived yesterday. Now, before I share the photo, when hubby originally purchased the machine- I imagine he read the specs- the measurements. I mean, I know I’m just a blonde, but even I would figure the dimensions first and then buy- assuring that I had room first.

Anyhow, this decision was not mine so …. ya know.

Needless to say, I got the boobie prize.