A couple weeks ago, our dryer began to die. Painful groans initiated every cycle, until it was only groans, and then silence. The dryer doctor made a housecall Friday morning, only to give us the worst news. It’s heart had stopped beating. Sure a transplant was possible, but it would be just as easy to replace it altogether.
So that is what we did. After a hundred panicked phone calls, we finally found one – right color, right size, right price. It was an emergency, so we had to bring it home and install it ourselves. Mayhem ensued.
Well, today I am drying clothes. Mountains of clothes. The new dryer is a champ, and the old one sits forelornly in the garage, waiting for a proper burial.