I Like The Way You Burke It

Wells flew back to the states today and left me with a broken washing machine. Yep. I broke it. Those stupid front-loaders are so flimsy and I quasi-ripped off the handle. Nothing a few phones calls and 45 Euros can’t fix, right? This was my repair man to the rescue.

On another note, I survived Friday the 13th without any bodily injury. Whew!