Don't worry. I will still be wearing clothes. At least as much as I currently do. No, I am talking about smelly clothes. Becky and I have endured our clothes smelling anywhere from tolerable to down right nasty...like moldy poop. I have never smelled moldy poop, but I have smelled its annoying uncle, aka my clothes.
Well, it only took half a year for Becky and I to problem solve that the problem might just be the washers that our maid was using as they are probably a hundred years old, never cleaned and used by everyone in our full on Thai neighborhood. At any rate, this last weekend I finally had enough...thats right, I opened the tight as a pickle jar fold of leather that is my wallet. Cheapness has its limits, and mine is apparently smelling like a hobo. My ridiculous lack of a haircut combined with the smell was making people wonder what kind of a wife Becky is to let me out in public like that.
So without further ado, I would like to introduce the blog followers (Mom, Mom2, and uh...me) to our brand spanking new washing machine. If this doesn't work, I'm leaving Thailand!!!!!
