By Teraesa Bruce

Our washing machine broke down. I swear if it’s not one thing, it’s another! I had started a load of laundry and came upstairs for something and noticed the smell of burnt rubber. The smell was coming from the basement, and at first, I was worried the dryer was trying to catch fire. Nope, it was the washer. Currently, it is in several pieces on the basement floor. Upon inspection, George found the pump was leaking and we could no longer get parts for the thing.

Robert made it home last Tuesday evening, swishy breaks and all. He said they work fine, but they “feel...