If you follow me on twitter/instagram, you may already know the type of fun that Inspector Climate and I get up to on the weekend.
It involves the kitchen floor, a love heart bucket, and some very wet clothes. Kinky? Hardly.
If you've been reading for a while you may remember this when a year ago we moved into this very apartment with the lovely smells of dead mouse, a sleeping talking (then) boyfriend, and a heart shape bucket?
And so, on Saturday night we relived part of that memory.
There was our washing machine - not spinning happily anymore. Just sitting filled with water. Why yes, those are a pair of orange and pink undies, I'm glad you asked.
We've improved our technique in draining our front loader since that first faithful wash. We now know that opening up the door is NOT the correct method and will involve a flooded kitchen and a VERY sad D.
I always get anxious and Inspector Climate tries to send me out of the kitchen, but it's like a train wreck, I can't leave him there to fix it. What if he needs me! What if my expertise and help is needed? WHAT IF?
But then, as we sat on the kitchen floor together, slowly draining our washing machine and remembering the last five times this has happened. And sure, I would have rather spent my Saturday cuddling on the couch and watching an episode - or three - of West Wing.
But when it comes down to it, sitting on the kitchen floor with Inspector Climate and draining our washing machine, that turned out to be pretty fun too!