Well shit, our washing machine died last night. Not a really big surprise (it had been coughing up blood for a year), but a pain in the ass anyway. I guess my Sweet Little Chili Crab With Rice Of Love and I will have to go washer shopping this week.
Watched the first half of a hilariously bad made for TV miniseries/disaster flick called “10.5” last night. Supposed to be about a bunk of earthquakes hitting the West Coast and culminating in the splitting of California from the continent.
By the way, you non West Coasters, a 10.5 quake is impossible. So is California splitting up the middle and/or falling into the sea. Sorry to disappoint you:)