By The Way...

The only time I was ever physically afraid of my husband was when he was trying to carry the old washer out of our Monponsett house and he dropped it right onto his toes. I never saw a man so angry... he actually punched down an entire section of fence with one punch.

There's a time where you go out and check on his well-being, and a time where you stay inside and laugh with your sister while he does that Yabba Dabba Doo dance all over the backyard.

To make up for it, Shea and I decided to carry the washer ourself, while hub was washing down Percs with beer. We had to take it out of the door by the lake, and carry it up the stairs to the truck. Hub was carrying this by himself over his shoulder when he dropped it, but it was all Shea and I could do just to get it up like 6 of the steps.

Then Shea lifted before I did, it tipped back too far for me to hold it, and slammed down each step before crashing into Monponsett Lake.

I went inside, made my husband a big sandwich, and treated him like a king for about an hour before I told him what happened, where the washer was, and how I wished him good luck in getting it into the truck.

Where can I buy one? ....Jan xx