37 Weeks

We went to our new ward for the first time today. We miss our old ward but everyone seemed really nice. You might think to yourself, Self, that girl's stomach looks enormous. You would indeed be correct. I make Dave look like a tiny man.

Our washer and dryer got delivered today. But then the delivery guys said the washer was missing its washer hoses. Not good, we said. Then they checked and said the washer was missing its drainage hose. Not good, we said. Then they checked and said the dryer was missing its lint trap. Not good, we said. Then they checked and said the dryer was missing its shoe rack. Not good, we said. Then they checked our hookup area and found a leak, meaning we need a new something-or-other. Not good, we said. The very long story short is that Dave has had to make two trips back to Lowe's, accidently flooded the laundry room, found a giant nest of poisonous spiders, it's now 2 1/2 hours after the delivery guys got here, and our machines are sitting lifelessly askew. They are not hooked up and Dave is about to kick some Lowe's-Company-Butt. Pixie is cowering terrified-ly under my feet because of the commotion. The Insider Resider might be the only cheerful one, gleefully bashing and beating my insides to a pulp. The rest of us are not quite as pleased with our new washer and dryer as we thought we'd be.

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Update: Everything was replaced and we got an extra $150 back for our troubles. We turned on the washer. Water began gushing geyser-like out the bottom, re-flooding the laundry room and causing Dave to shriek with fury. He is now sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, glaring viciously about the room and occasionally emitting angry growls.