Does cleaner mean happy?

Saying goodbye to the old washing machine. I remember shopping and paying cash for it and the matching dryer that died earlier this year. Boy that felt great; the buying, not the dying machine part.

I started to thinking about all the clothes that've been swished around in that old machine. Residue from everywhere and everything my son and I had come into contact with in the last decade.  Sounds kind of icky but DNA-wise it's true.
 
Looking forward to the new front loader. I read that they use less water, less electricity, and that the spin cycle takes nearly all the water out.  I'll be able to wash quilts and comforters. Ooo... ah.  

Now that my son's moved out I probably don't need such a big washer but last weekend he came home to do laundry so I want to be prepared for the next visit.