I could write a book about my stupid washing machine. It and I have a love/hate relationship!

The thing is over 20 years old and has probably had at least 20 service calls. One time I called the Maytag company and a repairman showed-up dressed in a suit, carrying a briefcase. He gingerly looked around in the washer and announced he didn't have any parts with him - I'd have to pay for an additional service call to get the washer repaired.

Then there's it's daily habit of jumping and sliding ALL OVER THE LAUNDRY ROOM. Nobody has ever been able to get the thing leveled. If I wash something like a bedspread, it'll nearly knock the walls down jumping around.

Recently I dropped some really nice sheets on the floor next to the thing intending to wash them next. I heard the monster making a particularly loud racket - it had sucked the edge of a pillowcase on the floor into the motor and ruined it. O.K., I'll take responsibility for that but who knew?

If you combine my husband's weird ideas about washing clothes with the thing's erratic behavior, problems like this happen - I bought a really pretty, really delicate white cotton blouse. I would have washed it in cold water with Woolite, it was that special. My husband somehow gathered it up with a load of his underwear, added his #1 favorite product on earth (Clorox), double-washed the load in hot water...and when I tried to lift my blouse out of the washer the collar dissolved in my fingertips!

I say OCD! My washing machine takes appliance dysfunctionality to a whole other realm!