All That Stuff You Heard About the Spin Cycle Is True

During our recent move half-way across the country, we ended up in need of a washing machine and dryer. Since we are adults, and pretty much decided that we have to ACT like adults, we opted for purchasing a real washing machine and dryer instead of some cheap-o used pair.

Enter the front loading beauties that look mostly like these (that were on super clearance blowout sale at Home Depot, that we had to purchase from two different stores).

I'm really loving the new set, all except for the fact that the floor in our laundry room is mushy and soft. And when that bad boy washing machine cranks up and goes to spinning like a maniac (like it's supposed to do, you see), it vibrates like... well, it vibrates A LOT. No amount of squareness, levelness, floor reinforcement or setting adjustment will make the washer stop shaking uncontrollably and 'walking' all over the place.

But you know what does work? If I sit on it. Yes, that's right, my cough*lightasafeather*cough rear is just enough pressure to calm the thing down. And since I need to wash clothes, after all, I find myself sitting on the washing machine through the spin cycle. Which lasts 11 minutes.

I know what you're thinking, and don't think I didn't think that that's what you would think. Because I thought it.

All this is to say that in the 11 minutes of spin that I sit through periodically, I have come up with some dandy ideas. One of which is this: I want a new name. I don't want to go by Megan in the blog world anymore. I want a new, cool, pseudo-name.

So what should it be?

And no nasty suggestions about adult toys and spin cycles and stripper names. (Although, I dare you to ask a Pen pal of mine about something she may or may not have discovered for sale on Amazon. Go ahead. I dare you.)

So? What shall I forever go by from now on? Leave your suggestions in the comments, and if I choose your name, I'll send you an undetermined-at-this-moment prize. I swear.