It was a tough weekend. I left work early on Friday with a very queasy stomach. Had to miss a meeting with my supervisor to get trained on some new software that I need to know within the next two weeks. But it just wasn't worth staying there to learn it. After spending the rest of Friday enjoying saltines and ginger ale, I was starting to feel like myself a bit on Saturday.There was some laundry waiting to be done, so on Saturday afternoon I put the first load in. Midway through the second load I heard a strange noise, and looked over to see water gushing out from under the washing machine onto the carpet in the next room. Stop the machine! The water kept gushing! Turn off the valves! Mop up the carpet! Pull out the soaking wet clothes and get them on a rack in the upstairs bath tub. And figure out what to do next. We've had the washer for almost 10 years, and never a need for repair. Who do we call? No idea.
