Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Laundry basket case

Today, Tuesday this October 7, the year of our Lord 2008, my washing machine Lulu has given up her fight with failing motor.

She was 4 years old, worked hard all her life, and was overloaded more times than one can count. Carried on before her is the old car Stinky, and the dishwasher Carlton. She leaves behind a matching dryer Buster who will be lonely for his companion, the fridge with no name but lots of smell (he takes up most of my basement but is never used), the upstairs fridge who secretly thinks he's better than everyone else (but whose freezer door held together by tape), and the freezer.

There has been a service called for Tuesday, but it is likely to be short and lead directly to the internment of her body to the local dump. In lieu of flowers, please send donations to Bronwyn for the purpose of replacing Lulu as soon as possible.


  1. With Deepest Sympathy in the passing of dear Lulu. She was much too young but she was called home because God needed clean underwear.

  2. I'm so sorry for your loss. I know she will be missed, especially by all those articles of clothing with whom she'd become intimately acquainted. May she rest in peace at your local dump.


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