You may have heard us complain about the dryer. It was given to us new as a wedding present when we moved to OKC. But even as a new dryer, it always took four to six cycles through the dryer to dry a modest load of clothes. So when we complained about doing laundry it wasn't like when other people complain about doing laundry... it would really be an all-weekend game to do a few loads. The nightmare of doing laundry has never ended.
My husband has saved the day.
You should know that neither of us are terribly handy people to have around. I'm not going to be the person to try to take apart the garbage disposal -- or take the lid off of the back of the toilet to see why it's running. Not my thing. But I'm a very well-trained gopher; I could write essays on the differences between a flathead screwdriver and a phillip's screwdriver. And my Dad has trained me to be a very good hand-it-to-me assistant, which was really pre-nurse training.
Then there's The Hater. He hung up all the things in the apartment. We tighten screws that are loose. Other than that, when something's broken, we fiddle with it for a while and then look for someone else to fix it. This is evidenced by my broken pepper grinder still sitting on the kitchen counter from way before Christmas...
But yesterday I came home to find that The Hater had fixed the dryer. He shortened the accordian tube thing and reattached it after cleaning out the other part. And now it only takes one cycle to dry big loads, not just modest loads. And he did it all by himself --- he's so great.
I only wished we had fiddled with it a couple of years ago. Maybe the pepper mill will be next to fix on his to-do- list.