Caught between a SOCK and a hardplace!

last week my washing machine died. I was very upset, that thing is only 3 years old! Before it were a long line of washing machines which had also bit the dust, or the lint anyway. I was beginning to feel like i had the kiss of death for washing machines, i mean how could i kill so many in such a short span, and yet our dryer is still going at 10+ years? Anyway it had been a few days but luckily i was quite caught up on laundry and i only had one or two loads waiting, but as the days ticked away, the laundry began to pile up and my frustration over the matter grew. It seemed like i brought it up to everyone i talked to, i was stewing in my own anger at the broken washer, at wondering what we were going to do about it. Well at first Adam's solution was to just buy a new one, which shocked me because he wanted to go out and buy a big expensive set! That was very unlike him but i think he thought maybe if it was really good quality it would last longer. I saw it just the opposite, i thought there was no point in waisting big bucks on something i was fated to kill early in it's expected life span! So we hemmed an hawed about it for a day or two until i began to get seriously concerned about doing something or the piling laundry was going to take over. Well finally monday he decided to call about getting it repaired, he'd looked at repairing it himself but simply had no clue where to start since he didn't know what the problem was exactly, just that if it sat for a while and you turned it on it would work for about a minute, then stop and not work for a while. It was so strange, because he just didn't feel like it was really broken if it would work sometimes but not all the time. I had to wring out many items of clothing that had sat in the orignal load when it broke, that was not fun. Anyway our appointment for the maytag repairman was for thursday, several more days of laundry were going to pile up before then and i was a little annoyed at the thought of living without a washer until then. So Tuesday i was talking with some friends from church and of course i brought up my frustration over the washer. Kim Underwood said their washer had often died and when they called out a repairman he had pulled several different things out of it's "motor" things like bobby pins and apparently most often it was baby socks. Well i thought it odd but figured i'd tell Adam to try to look in the motor and find anything that may be caught in it. So he did, he had to turn the washer upside down to get to the moving parts but he did and while the motor was completely enclosed and there was no way possible for anything to get in it, the pump was not. And while Adam had been at a local hardware store earlier that day they told him to check the pump and see if anything had gotten stuck in it. So apparently everyone else knows that things get caught in washing machine pumps except us. When he got to the pump he stuck the vaccuum up to it to see if anything came out and quite quickly the vaccuum became clogged with something it had sucked out of the pump.....drum roll please....a BABY SOCK! the most chewed up baby sock on the planet!

Now that the sock had been removed and the washing machine restored to perfect working order, we began to wonder about lost socks. You know so often we hear about the evil dryer which eats our socks, but now we are left to ponder if the dryer has been wrongly accused of sock sucking, and if the supposedly innocent washing machine is the true sock snatcher! I put forth a bold new theory, i know it will probably shake the world's way of thinking, but due to recently discovered evidence, the true origins of the missing sock is your washing machine...not your dryer!!