Apparently, my washer and water heater were star crossed lovers. The water heater refused to go on without the old Kenmore. She blew in the wee hours of Monday morning. Sayonara old friend. I would say I’ll miss you, but it was not cool what you did – spraying the back of our baby hippo sized T.V. and the playstation 3, our entertainment for when we work out in the garage and then, leaking all over The Cursed Oriental, the moldy one, that I couldn’t deal with so I had stored in the garage. Now look at it. It’s in the driveway, drying, like I’m a gypsy with a rouge dog. And I have not had a bath in 3 days. Warning to local Pacificans: Stand downwind. Or better yet run. Run, run, run away. Fast.