But the "after" picture (admittedly it is two days after) is not very impressive:

Yeah. I swear, for a brief moment there was an empty spot where that mound was. But with seven people in a family, it doesn't stay empty for long. I have not caught up on laundry yet, either. Sad, sad. Here are the "before" and "after" of the washers, though.

I like the new washer. It is a Kenmore Oasis. I didn't link it because it doesn't have the best reviews and I am going to ignore that before I puke about it. The washer had what I was looking for in a washer (top loading, agitator-less, large capacity, etc.). Actually it was pretty much the only washer, so yeah. I hope that I don't end up writing some awful review about The Washer I Once Loved, but you never know.

I don't even want to talk about the delivery, though. Sears delivery. The thing made me sick. Dudes pulled up across the street in the truck, brought my baby down by hand, left it in the STREET while inspecting their path. Hauled the old guy out by hand and the new one in the same way. I was sick to my stomach thinking they were going to drop it. Not to mention they all reeked of smoke so bad I could smell it from my perch upstairs while they were downstairs. They were super nice and all, but I couldn't help but wonder if they were all on work release or something.

There's some blue tape on it that I can't get off. The "head" delivery guy suggested some Goo Be Gone or something. Dude, don't YOU have some on hand? Isn't removing packaging tape part of the delivery thing? Wah. So I still have this ugly tape on the lid, until I get around to getting that Goo stuffamajigger.

At any rate, washer's here, I like it. Haven't formed a relationship with it yet, though. Still getting to know each other. It makes weird space ship sounds. Even the kids were like, What is that noise? But that's better than the old one that used to Irish dance across the room sounding like rocks in a steel barrel.

One of my first missions with my new washer was to put it to the test with my king-sized comforter. I had washed it in the old machine, but it came out less than feeling clean. This one, though? Clean. Fresh. Looks and smells clean. That is lovely. Since I was down there snapping pictures, I got one of my comforter/bed. For those of you accustomed to a nicely made bed, you may want to look away or stand the chance of freaking out on my tousled linens. And for those who can't stand mismatched pillowcases, walk away.

Nothing like fresh smelling sheets. Mmmmm. Well, I'm off to get more hairs zapped from my chin. Have a good one.