About 9:30 tonight I started a load of laundry. I went back upstairs and gathered up some hangars, folded a few other clothes and then went back downstairs, maybe 10-15 minutes later. When I rounded the corner in my kitchen I saw that my laundry room was flooded and water was pouring out of my washer. Of course, Brian is out of town, so I call my trusty neighbors who own tools and the two of them come over, one with shop vac in hand. Oh, and did I mention that I had 5 loads of laundry in the laundry room floor at the time of the great flood? So, we begin to wring water out of the clothes and towels that I had quickly thrown on the floor to keep the water from running into my kitchen, and then vacuum up the water from the floor. 1½ hours and 40 gallons of water later, the floor is dry, my sopping wet clothes are in laundry baskets and I’m exhausted. I’m going to have to call the handy Maytag repair man tomorrow and go to my mother in law’s to wash clothes, if I can lift them into my truck, that is, as of course each basket weighs 794 pounds. Come quickly, Lord Jesus, come quickly!
KJ
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Oh, that is SOOOOO not fun!!!!!!!!!!! That happend to us once with the hot water heater. I hope you were able to get things taken care of.
Ang
I cringe every time I think of your laundry room experience. When it happens to your custom hand-scraped floor, it's equally as nauseating. Bleah. Thank God for your neighbors and for your steady personality...I would have been a basket case...no pun intended...get it...BASKET case. I need some sleep.
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