Further Adventures of the Washing Machine

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I was listening to a friend's post of an indigenous people playing drums, shaking maracas, ringing bells.
I was in the comfort of my living room when I heard the unmistakable WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP of herself the dancing washer taking my load of dark colors for a boogaloo across the kitchen floor.
WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP fit in seamlessly to the boom boom boom of the native drums.
I got there before she did the hokey pokey and turned herself around....
And that's what it's all about!

 

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@Maymay941 You could probably make a trip to the dentist sound like a peck of meaningful fun! Pam

 

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I honestly thought the Whomping was part of the tribal music and just sat there nodding in beat to the drums for the longest

 

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Your writing about this event is very entertaining. I expect if you had gotten there after she had done the hokey pokey your dark-colored closed may have been seamless;-) instead of the rhythm of the musical beat

 

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Fleemore She who Must Not Be Named is one Who Will Be Upgraded up for a "modern convenience" that responds only to elevator music (and I live on one floor).
I suspect she will quit filling her dance card when she has my larger thick washable bed pad throughly water logged, preferably on the "soak"cycle.

Until then..we DANCE!!!