So it all started when nancy’s washer died. She needed the washer out of our house. So I found a free washer to replace it. And while I don’t make it a habit of looking a gift horse in the mouth, there is just one thing I have to say about it:

It is heavy!

This thing must weigh at least three hundred pounds. My truck buddy and I barely could carry it up the stairs. I’m suprised the stairs could handle almost seven hundred pounds.

Anyway, so after my knee started to hurt, I found out that my arm was bleeding and had been bleeding for a while. I don’t know where I got this scrape, but it didn’t hurt till I saw it.

Edit: I got a haircut! Look!