Oh yeah. My washing machine is broken. The tub is cracked. A cracked tub. Congratulations is you have no personal experience with a cracked tub. Because when your tub cracks, all the water that should have gone into the tub goes on the floor instead. Translation: Flood. Good times!

The other part of the broken washer equation is this: Laundry panic. Having four kids means that I do two loads a day. Can you imagine how fast that adds up?

So Paul and I spent a rockin' Friday night at Sears and Lowes, looking for a new washer. The good news is that I think I'm going to get one of those nice, new high efficiency, high capacity washing machines. Naturally, I'll need a new dryer to keep up with all that clean laundry. Right now my kitchen is chaos, with laundry equipment and tools everywhere. But I'm hoping to purchase a new "laundry center" this afternoon and maybe my kick-ass, handyman CPA husband can have it installed by next weekend.