I've always felt a sisterly kinship with my beloved washing machine, but in all honesty, I've never truly known that she was a girl until this morning.
Now, you old-school sexists out there may scoff, thinking, "Duh, of course the washing machine is female. It does woman's work!"
Tsk tsk tsk.
I now know because this morning, I went in to check on Atticus' laundry and found this:
A shiny clean Hot Wheels, pleasantly waiting on the edge for neat and tidy retrieval. Can you say, "Multi-Tasker?" Of course my machine has to be female!
Freshly washed, stain-free clothing and shiny Hot Wheels? No male washing machine would even attempt it.