My drier died sometime last week. It was a slow painful death. The loads took longer and longer to dry. I tried to stay in a happy place but denial only lasts so long. "Mom, this wash has gone through 4 times and they're still soaking wet!" Crud. The laundry is piling up fast.
Time for a trip to Sears. It was my salesman's first day on the job. Unfortunately, the drier won't be here until Wednesday. Did I mention the mountain of laundry growing by leaps and bounds?
Yesterday dh took the old drier to the garage and tidied up the laundry room. I knew there was a problem by the tone of his voice as he called me over. The plug was stuck in the wall. He had to turn off the power and pry it out with a knife. The plug had corroded into the socket:
Great?! Does that mean the socket is damaged too? Will my new drier be ruined when I plug it in? Did my house almost burn down? Do I call the fire department to check it out? An electrician? Will I never get another peaceful night's sleep because I'm worried about an electrical fire?
After Sears I was peeling potatoes and feeding Johnny a yogurt. I asked Megan to fill a pot with water and put it on the stove. I was just a couple of feet away but I wasn't paying attention to her. She helps me out in the kitchen everyday. Within seconds the house filled with smoke and stinky fumes.
Megan placed a white Tupperware bowl not a pot onto the burner. :0
I still can't get all the plastic off the burner of our our brand new stove top. :(
2 comments:
Oh no on the stove-top! Bummer about the dryer too! I'm so sorry~
Oh jeez!!! Maybe you should try to stay away from any pyrotechnics in the coming days. ;)
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