That Ann, she is a fickle mother.
Remember the past few days when I was telling you how fabulous it is to have D#1 at home? How wonderful she is? How much I love having her around? At some point I am sure I had misty thoughts about what a terrific adult she is becoming, how great, how perfect ……. there was no doubt a background soundtrack running through my head featuring some kind of uplifting music. It was all so lovely.
(do you hear the ominous drumbeat starting to swell?)
D#1 broke my dryer.
D#1 broke my dryer and I have company coming.
She is leaving to go back to school today and was doing a final load of laundry. (yes, one of those ‘wonderfully adult’ tricks she has learned (or not it would appear) is how to do her own laundry). For mysterious reasons the load of clothes that she moved from the washer to the dryer did not seem to go through a spin cycle. This fact escaped her notice. All that water dripping, the sheer weight of it …… nope, didn’t see it.
Based on the timer, I believe the dryer tried to do its job for about 20 minutes. Poor guy, it was so brave. Now all the lights go on, but nothing happens.
Boar is going to take a look at it, but Sears has also been called.
Boar says maybe it’s a coincidence.
That Boar, he’s such a softie. I bet he wouldn’t be so benevolent if it were his radial arm saw we’re talking about.