“I’ll be back in awhile!”
Deeply enmeshed in work, I just kind of nodded as he walked out the door. It really wasn’t until an hour or so later when I realized he didn’t tell me where he was going. I texted him: “What are up doug?” Which is, quite obviously, “What are you doing?” He didn’t reply.
Eventually he came home.
“Where did you go?”
“Why are you avoiding my question?”
“No, really. I went crazy!”
I looked at him with an eyebrow raised, and went back to reading something for work. He started tinkering around in the laundry room. Eventually, I walked into the laundry room. I took two steps back to look out the open garage door, something shiny in my peripheral vision. I opened the door, walked outside, and gasped.
I ran back inside.
“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”
“I told you. I went crazy. The dryer will be delivered on the 11th.”
We had talked about replacing our washer and dryer. Mainly, my husband wanted to switch to a gas dryer to stick one to our electric company, knowing that an electric dryer is the most electric-expensive appliance in a house (save for air conditioning). We switched to a gas stove/range last year and have plans to switch to a gas water heater as well.
I’ve been ooh-ing and ahh-ing over the fancy pants washers and dryers since they became A Thing shortly after we bought a new washer in 2008. My husband rolled his eyes time and time again. “We have a perfectly fine washer and dryer.” But when he wanted to switch to gas, well, it made sense to have a matching set in his eyes. Score for me!
We looked at washers and dryers over Labor Day weekend, asking questions and pricing different brands. We looked at reviews when we got home. And then that’s the last we really talked about it. We were busy doing things like selling our old house, so I thought the new appliances were off the table.
And then he came home today with the washing machine in the back of the truck. Well, I’ll be.
I squished my husband tightly. “Thank you!”
“No one’s going to see this as some anti-feminist gesture, right? That I bought you a washing machine and dryer? Like, get in the laundry room, woman?”
“Pfft. No. Plus, we do laundry equally. And there’s the part where you know me more than anyone else knows me and, oh em gee, shiny!”
You’ll excuse me while I do all of the laundry. Anyone need anything washed? I want to hear the jingle when the load ends. Again and again and again.