laundry

For the past two months, we have had the horrible task of doing our laundry at a laundry mat.  I know, I know...I must have been so spoiled.
But in college, there was a very clean laundry facility in our complex.  When I moved to Utah, we had a washer/dryer in our apartment.  
When James and I got married, we had our own in our apartment as well.  The apartment we moved into in Logan...no hookups.  It's awful.
We go almost every week - Porter goes through clothes like crazy...and burp rags and blankets.  And how many pairs of underwear do you really have?  Could you last several weeks?  Awful.
But behind our ghetto looking apartment building there is this room...James broke into it.
It houses the boiler (which makes loud scary noises sometimes) and....HOOK UPS for a washer and dryer!
James spent a few hours cleaning it out, because for some reason it was full of junk.  Who's junk - I don't know?  And today he put our washer and dryer in there.
I am so happy.  No more laundry mat.  Just a quick jog to the back of the building with a load of laundry.  Awesome.

(no picture...because then you'll see how ghetto our place is - ha!)