We need the Maytag Man

Elvis, our violently shaking washing machine who lives on a couple of cinder blocks beside the tub, flew off the handle last night. Or rather, the handle flew off. Right off into James' hand leaving a load of white t-shirts hostage inside.

But we will not let such an icon die. Who needs a handle when you can use a butter knife to open the door? My husband, the pantsless wonder, demonstrates the technique:


In other news, the oven died a few weeks ago when the glass on the front broke. Incidentally, right after I spent two hours cleaning it. Normally one can repair this, but our oven is circa 1960 and the thermostat didn't work anyway. On top of the that, a previous owner had removed the range and replaced it with a piece of vinyl covered plywood.


Only the classiest appliances for us!