behold, the middle-aging

I did laundry today. Normally, that's not a blog-worthy statement, except that while I was doing the laundry, I realized that the load I was folding might be one of the last I get out of our community machines. You see, this home-buying thing keeps progressing, and just yesterday, we agreed to a price both buyer and seller are happy with, plus the seller is paying our closing costs. So, unless something horrid happens during the inspection, this is all happening, and happening pretty soon.

One of the things I am most excited about in homeownership?

No more coin-operated laundry.

I get a level of excitement bordering on indecent when I think about doing laundry in my own home, where I don't need to make sure I have a large supply of quarters, or worry that some skeezy neighbor will be in the laundry room, stain sticking the skid marks on his tighty whities.

It turns out that a washer/dryer pair comes with the house, though I admit that the laundry room was the one room I didn't really look at closely, so I don't know the condition of said washer and dryer.

So, I give you evidence that I have firmly and fully entered into my thirties, because my biggest material lust right now? Not a Lexus. Not a brand-new wardrobe. Not a diamond necklace. Not even the new Mac AirBook or iPhone.

It's this:



This looks like total heaven to me. If Lowe's had a baby registry, this pair would be right at the top of the list. I mean, let's face it: it'd probably be the only thing on the list, actually. You can put a changing pad on the top of the dryer, right?