"if it ain't broke, don't fix it!!!"

(my SWEET dryer;)

this morning while katherine was getting ready for school, i put a load of clothes i washed last night in the dryer. i then made my way to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and hair, and washed my face. katherine let me know she was leaving. i went about doing a few more things around the house. 
as i walked past the laundry room, i thought to myself, "didn't  i start that load of clothes?" well, i had. our dryer is just so quiet, it is difficult to hear when it is running...

we have this dryer because our last one fell completely apart! have you ever seen a dryer fall apart (i mean literally "fall apart")? no? when it happened,  it was a new one for me, too.

you see...

a while back, i put a load of clothes in my old dryer (which, by the way, wasn't really old). after some time passed, i went back to unload and fold the clothes inside only to find the clothes were still wet. what? i shut the door and pressed the start button, but it didn't start.

dead silence. 

when john returned from work that afternoon, i told him about the dryer. the next thing i knew, he was pulling it away from the wall. nervously, i asked him if i should call wally, our handy man. he said, no, that he was sure he could fix it.
(ohmyword, my john is NO fixer!) 

the next thing i knew he had the top opened. he turned around and looked at me. with sweat dripping from his nose, he asked me to come hold the tumbler so he could work on it.

oh, no. i obliged.

he started unscrewing the bolts holding it in place. the first couple came out fine; then, it seemed every other one fell to the bottom of the dryer:0
other things sounded like they were falling, too. 
after an eternity about 45 minutes of me holding the tumbler while john attempted to identify the problem, i looked at him and asked, "what are we going to do now?"

looking up at me, he furrowed his brow, wiped the sweat from his nose and chin and gave me a nervous chuckle. he proceeded to tell me he didn't know... it wasn't what he thought it was... (whatever "it" was?)

mind you i was still holding the now boltless, much heavier tumbler. "what about this tumbler?" i asked.

"i don't know," he said as he nervously chuckled again.

"i cannot hold this thing much longer!?" i told him (not chuckling at all).

he said he didn't think he could get it lined back up to replace the bolts.  (not mentioning the obvious - 1/2 of the screws were "gone" to the bottom of the appliance never to be seen again!) 

then he said, "i'm getting hungry; let's go get some supper." 
he didn't have to tell me twice!
"ok," i said as i let go of the tumbler.

"BANG!" was basically the sound the tumbler made as it hit the bottom of the dryer. 
later at rookies over zin and maker's-and-coke,  john told me not to worry... he would fix the dryer. (honestly, after my second glass of wine,  i was really not worried at all;) i nodded and smiled.
the next morning (it was a saturday), i awoke and made my way to the den where john sat reading the paper. i thought i heard a noise coming from the laundry room. i asked john what it was. he grinned and said, "it's the dryer."

"no, it's not," i said to him.

"yes, it is," he continued.

"you did not fix that dryer," i stated as i opened the door to the laundry room.
there sat a brand new dryer (the "sweet" one in the photo above). 

"could they tell what was wrong with the other one?" i asked him.

ohmyword...  you should have seen his face!

"WHAT?" i asked.

"well..." he began. when the guy brought this one in this morning and hooked it up, it wouldn't run, either." he continued. "we had a blown fuse."

BAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! 
poor john has yet to live that one down... he gives gave a whole new meaning to the old adage...

"IF IT AIN'T BROKE, DON'T FIX IT!!!"
love and blessings,
danixx