The Big Metal Graveyard

So it's 7:30 on Sunday morning. I have yet to stretch, run, shower, etc. But I am waiting for the Sears Man to come and install the new dryer.

Our dryer died on Wednesday night. It was a sad occasion. It was running. Then it wasn't.

Granted, this was a long, slow process. We knew it was coming. But it's still a bit of a shock, and very sad when it does. I mean, let's face it, you're never really prepared.

And this seems to happen often over here. I'm pretty sure my house is where big metal goes to die.

The stove? We didn't even give it a chance. Bought a new one before we ever even moved in. Next week when you're watching 24 Hours of A Christmas Story check out the stove. That's what was in the house when we bought it. Not as retro decor. As the stove.

Then the washing machine passed on.

Then the air conditioner.

Then the air conditioner.

Then the air conditioner.

And the furnace.

(You've heard that story already, though.)

You could even throw in the garage door opener.

All that's left is the refrigerator. And that's on it's last legs, too.

And we've only lived here for five years. Is that a lot? It feels like it.

Sigh.

Anyway....

I await the arrival of the new dryer. While I have missed the old one these past days, I am happy that the new one is on it's way.

I have mountains of laundry waiting to be done.