Friends, allow me to spin you a tale. A tale of two lovely ladies that found the house of the dreams (cute bungalow - check, original features & character - check, close proximity to local bars and restaurants - check) and decide to put an offer on said house. The lovely ladies ask the current owners about the condition of the appliances that will be left behind and are informed that all the appliances are not only staying in the house, but are in wonderful working condition. The lovely ladies high five and do a quick jig to celebrate their luck and happiness in finding this charming red brick bungalow.
The lovely ladies move in and begin to use all the appliances that the previous owners so generously left behind. They quickly realize that things are, in fact, not in perfect working order. Over time the lovely ladies have discovered that they despise the previous tenants and their lies. Quite often one could hear the raven haired lovely lady yelling, "LIES! Eff the previous owners. They are swine!" (The raven haired lovely lady has a flare for the dramatic.) The lovely ladies slowly discovered that almost EVERY. SINGLE. APPLIANCE. is broken.
The lovely ladies like to wash their clothes, and they happen to have a lot of clothes to wash because they are lovely and fashionable. Yet every load of laundry sounds like a jet plane is attempting to land in their laundry room. The lovely ladies don't want to wear ear plugs in their home so the caramel haired lovely lady calls a local washer/dryer repair dude. Local repair dude says, "does it sound like a jet plane is trying to land in your laundry room?" Apparently that means you need to completely replace the washer bearing...and that costs as much as just buying a new washer. The caramel haired lovely lady thanked the local repair dude (thank you, Appliance Expert!), and the lovely ladies cursed the previous owners once more. However, they saw the bright side to this storm cloud and bought these beautiful machines. Laundry now sounds like a waterfall over a rainbow of butterflies.
You so pretty.
And so quiet.
And for poops and giggles, a picture of the caramel haired lovely lady trying to disconnect the hot water tube from the wall. It had rusted on, which was totally awesome. We soon learned that no house is complete without a crescent wrench (thanks, Steve).
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