My husband left for Fort Campbell yesterday morning at about 2am for a few weeks of training. A fly on the wall would know this without it even being announced. How so you might ask? At 10am my washing machine stopped spinning. It filled; it washed; but when it came to the draining part, it stopped. I took all the sopping wet laundry out (which of course it was a bleach load), used an old fish tank “syphon” to take out the water and then I did the scariest part of it all, I grabbed the tools out of the garage. Actually, I wasn’t so scared… It would be Paul…