We got a new washer and dryer today and I am ridiculously excited about this. Our washing machine died unexpectedly on Sunday (choked on a very full load of flannel bed sheets, bummer) and since our dryer had been creaking like a fucking pterodactyl on speed for the past few months, we decided to replace both appliances. (No, we didn’t try to fix them - they already exceeded all expectations by living a full VERY BUSY 15 years).

The new appliances are very big. Probably roomy enough to fit an entire Froglet. I know because she tried - she went head first into the washer and I am pretty sure she might have fit. I am not that confident, however, that she could have gotten out again. 

rainette: Froglet! Don’t! Get back out!

Froglet: I am sure I can...

rainette: Froglet. I am going to take a picture of your butt half in the washer and POST IT ON THE INTERNET.

Froglet: shitnowait - here, I am out. 

This, I am afraid, is how the 21st century works at my house.