This is my utility room. You know, where we keep the washer and dryer:
And yes, it IS that small.
And no, it’s not usually that messy. (USUALLY).
But that’s okay, I really don’t mind. I never spend any time in there anyway (*cough*) so what do I care?
(Okay, that makes it sound like I never do laundry and that’s simply not true. I do laundry ……… occasionally).
Anyway, our dryer started making popping noises the other day – seriously, it sounded like someone put a bag of popcorn into the drum – when finally, one day, it simply stopped drying and I started smelling smoke, as in electrical smoke.
finally figured out how to get into it opened it and once he figured out what he was looking at determined that some sort of, um, round thingie with teeth (I’m so mechanically inclined) was stripped.
Or some such. I sort of tuned him out whenever I discovered it was fixable. I mean, I SAW his lips moving but all I heard was “wah wah wah … part … wah wah … should be able to fix it”
So, my wonderful man went to one of those mysterious parts warehouse places (I’ve yet to step into one of those stores – they scare me), picked up the EXACT part (because he had the foresight to have the model number AND the part in hand when he went) for only $35 dollars and fixed it.
Now it purrs.
And it’s drying once again.
And I can do laundry once again.
(Did you hear the sarcasm?)