So I finally get two glorious days off during the week. It's rare, and I totally dig it.
I decided to get all the clothes washed, dried, and hung up.
This is not the norm, I live out of a hamper.
I had just gathered all of the dirty clothes, sorted them on the floor, put a load of towels in the dryer, and put my love seat cover in the washer.
And then it happened.
A loud pop.
Then a whir.
This was my face.
I then see that it is probably a belt, hence the popping noise, and it still had power.
But I have no idea what to do until Mr Kinda Fix It gets off work, so until then I went all native.
I immediately text Rebecca, "PLEASE tell me that your dryer is working!", and then I remembered she is having to use a clothes line because hers is broken as well.
I go into mini panic mode, because what if it can't be fixed! I have no problem hanging clothes on a line, BUT, that means I will have to break out the iron and ironing board. I don't even know where they are!!!!
I will have to quit my job because I can't go in with wrinkled clothes!
Oh heeeeeey I can take them to my mother!!!!!
And then I calmed.
Scott got home, checked it out, pulled pieces of a broken belt out, and then we ordered one.
It will be here Saturday.
And since we are being highfalutin', I ordered a switch for the dryer as well so it will stop tumbling when you open the door.
I spoil myself.
I still have 3 days to go though.
My panties are currently drying atop the stove.
My polka dotted booty shorts are hanging on the fruit basket.
There may or may not be boxer shorts hanging on a lamp.
On Friday evening I get home from work, put on my comfy pants, snuggle deep down to take the worlds greatest nap, and someone knocks on my door. I don't even have to open it to know it's my Uncle Junior.
He had a tub full of jeans.
"Can you wash these for me? It's just jeans, I washed out my shirts in my sink".
I said sure, not even wanting to explain to him I didn't have a working dryer, that conversation would have taken hours.
I wash them and then drove to the hotel and used the Guest dryer to dry them.
I don't even want to think about what his shirts smell like.
So Saturday I wake up and look at all the clothes I still have hung up all over the house.
I am about 5 minutes from going to the Dollar sto' and getting a clothes line.
Of course I am stalking the Fed Ex people....
I bet I hit refresh 25 times between 3 and 6pm before I finally gave up on the fact that I was not going to receive my package on Saturday.
I already had my complaint letter written in my head.
At 7:20am on Sunday morning, Shon texts me that it arrived. I didn't even know they delivered on Sunday.
It was clearly trapped behind something, the box looked like it survived WW2.
But it was here. :) :)
Scott picked it up, did his thing, and now I have a working dryer.
It just makes a horrible noise now.
But that's OKAY because I can close the doors!!!
And then they fell off.
As in hit the floor, along with me with it.
No worries. Mr. Kinda Fix It is on it.
So there you go. I survived no-dryer-2015.
Longest 4 days ever.
It is broken again. 2 days later.
Back to square one.
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