So now that I've built up the suspense, I present to you the newest addition to our household:
Well. Let me tell you.
It all started Saturday night when my husband was frantically trying to pack for his trip to Singapore. Much laundry ensued. I went downstairs to switch the laundry like a good wife and found the load of whites was still wet. Since I'm a little bit
Two complete drying cycles later, the load of underwear was still dripping wet.
Let it be known that at this point, I told my husband he should probably just take the items he needed out of the dryer, drape them all over the house, and let them dry overnight. He insisted that one more cycle in the dryer would do it. I have to admit I laughed a little bit when he had to pack his underwear in the suitcase still wet, hoping to find a washer/drier combo in his hotel.
So not only was I without a dryer, I was without a husband. And without many clean clothes. And since letting your kids run around naked is considered bad form when it's what feels like 12 degrees below outside, I had to find a dryer. And fast.
So I did what every good daughter does. I called my dad. And begged.
And my sweet father spent most of the day today buying a dryer for me (since he actually lives in civilization!), hauling it up to me in the middle of a huge snowstorm, unloading it, installing it, and loading the other one out.
It works brilliantly. Clothes are dry. And we solved the great "where do the missing socks end up?" mystery. Because when we pulled the old dryer out we found enough socks to fill an entire sock drawer and enough washcloths and dishcloths to stock up a newlywed. I was going to take a picture of our findings, then decided that even I wasn't up for being that humiliated. It was bad, I tell you.
I am celebrating being excited about doing laundry. And i"m marking the occasion, because that excited feeling is only going to last for approximately one more load.
And hey, if a broken dryer is the worst crisis I face this week, then I'm not going to complain.