When You're Hot You're Hot

And girls, I am soooooooo hot. Today I was rocking along with my day. My Auntie Brenda is housesitting for us and she had already been by and met her companions for the week. Bandit really took a liking to her. She bonded with her instantly. I just can't say how thankful I am that I've got someone responsible looking out for my house and animals while we're gone. It's going to give me such peace of mind.

But back to me being hot. I was packing and doing some laundry and went to put the next load from the washer into the dryer and noticed that the washer was still full of the water. It had stopped before going into the spin cycle. Now, I don't know about all of you, but I have been known to cram too much stuff into my washing machine. In fact, I've had to call a repairman out before because I caused my drum to be off balance by washing too much in a load. I thought that was probably what had happened again because this was a GIANT load of clothes in the machine. I mean it was huge. I don't learn lessons very easily.

Anyway, back to me being hot. I called my dad and asked for all the repairmen that he knew of. Called them all, but got answering machines. I was freaking out. I had laundry, but more important, I didn't want to leave my Auntie without a washer for a whole week. So I went in there and decided to fix it myself. I started by siphoning all of the water out of the machine.

Which involved going into the dungeon basement and getting an old hose to cut. Now, do you think I was going to put my mouth on that thing and suck? Uh, no. Thank goodness Ross and Cam were here to do that part for me. I can't take all the glory, I guess. I ran it down the toilet and then when it wouldn't go in the toilet anymore because -- well, I don't know why -- something about gravity or something -- I used this bucket to get the last little drops.
Then I got ALL those clothes out of the machine and put them in this big ol' five-gallon bucket. All the while I'm still in panic mode and having a pounding headache as an extra bonus.
Then I started cleaning all the parts I could get to. I told my mom that I don't see how something that only uses soap and water could be so gross and dirty. That thing was nasty. I used Q-tips and got in all the grooves and crevices I could. It was sick. I'll spare you pictures of the gunk that I got out of it.
Well, I fiddled with it for over two hours. I was determined to figure out what was wrong with it. If it was the drum out of balance, I thought I could fix it. I thought maybe there was water in there and it needed sucking out. Jeff was coming home from work early, but I don't like to wait on anyone to do something for me. When I want it done, I want it done five minutes ago. Ross kept telling me to leave it alone and get someone who knew what they were doing to fix it.

So back to me being hot. As I was going to take the top of the washer off, I noticed that there were some screws loose where the lid closes. As it turns out, the problem wasn't the drum at all. It was this. The little safety sensor that keeps the spin cycle from working if the lid is open was broken. That's it. That's all it was. (And BTW, that's not my thumb, it's Jeff's.) Just didn't want y'all to think I had such manly hands.
So Jeff, who was also hot, got some tie wraps and rigged it up to work until we can a new part ordered.
Now she's spinning like a top!
And I'm a happy, and oh, so hot Girl Named Kelly Kelly!

Till tomorrow, LLL.