The Bad, the Ugly, and then the Heavenly Choirs of Angels Sing

This. This is bad. You know this is bad if you know what this is. "This" means your carpet doesn't get vacuumed until you can find this part (intact, of course). When your vacuum is, um, well, "dated," you have to go to MANY stores to find this special little part.

This. This is worse. "This" stinks...literally and figuratively. This means fried motor smell that lingers in house for days. This means wringing out clothes by hand (on a load you knew was a bit "loaded," but you proceeded anyway...even though the washer had been making terribly strange noises).
This. This is ugly. This is what happens when said washer dies and a new one isn't available for a week or more. We lovingly called it, "The Tower of TERROR."

Hallelujah! Can't you hear the heavenly choirs singing? The new washer is so quiet...it shouldn't be hard to hear the choirs. The Tower of Terror was demolished with amazing speed as this washer is bigger and more efficient. (AND it uses less water, less energy, less laundry detergent!!)

With the vacuum and washer breaking in the same week, we realized...we're spoiled. We really like modern conveniences. We're grateful.