Can I tell you...

about my wonderful hubby for a minute? The other day, he calls me on my way home from work to tell me he's bought me a sussy (sussy = surprise in Amy language). I'm thinking it's a sweater that I've been coveting, but no. At home he lays out a cord and a dryer duct thingamajigger, and since I've been complaining about laundry and more specifically, how our dryer sucks, I think a) he's found some way to make the dryer actually dry clothes in less than two cycles, or b) he's bought me a new washer and dryer. I didn't want to get all excited and assume it was option b just in case it wasn't and he would feel like crap, so I kinda said, "wow, is that for the dryer" and he says, "no, you now have a NEW washer and dryer!"

How nerdy (and old) am I to be so darn excited about a washer and dryer, but you know what? I really really am. Seriously, a full hamper of clothes no longer equals 2-3 loads, it equals 1! A lady with a baby can really appreciate such wonders. I was so excited about the size of these things, I even did this:


I was really really tired after a long "Thanksgiving" day, so please don't think I'm a complete weirdo. That's all, I'm done, and off to do all my laundry. This is probably the only time I'll ever be excited about laundry.