Hubster was right.
Yes, I know. Look out for the lightening bolts. Not because he was right, but because I'm actually going to admit that he was!
I gave in the other night and told him to just go buy whatever washing machine he thought would be best. I had no faith in his logic on the subject and after a heated discussion on Monday night, I was ready to through him out with the dirty laundry.
Luckily for me, the man really does have a clue.
He came home last night with a washing machine.
A nice, simple washing machine.
A washing machine that is so quiet, I keep going to check on it to make sure it's ok.
A washing machine that has washed all of Bubba-Love's disgusting diahrea and vomit covered clothes and blankies.
It's been running non-stop since it got here at 7pm last night.
My Hubster rocks.
Maybe I should start listening to his advice on other things too...
Then again, nah. Need to keep him on his toes, right?