Geoff Duncan

And today? The washing machine decided to spew sudsy water everywhere. It wasn't scalding hot like the stuff emitted from the water heater Sunday night (which made trying shutting it off a much more humane experience), but it was fluffier and had a much better range, getting all the way out to the living room. The cats are still cowering on top of furniture: they think it must be the coming of another Great Flood. And I bet my downstairs neighbors are thrilled.

Oh, but the upshot? Cleanest. Floors. Ever.