The washer stopped working last night, oh almond joy. The washer repairman came this morning and took a look. One measly part, that's all it takes for the whole thing to shut down and say, 'NO MORE.' On a literally lighter note, I lost one pound today. I could grovel and moan, but a pound is a pound and at least I didn't gain. To this date my Dad and I have lost exactly the same poundage: 18.25. Can you believe it? He only has to lose ten more pounds… makes me think of this commercial.