Dear appliance (small and large) in our house. I realize that when you left your big factory birthing spot and set out to find your place in the world, this may not have been what you had in mind. It is messy and dusty, it is not very fancy, we yell, and I keep you very very busy. But basically we are nice people. We appreciate the work you do and are glad to have you here. When you break, AT NEARLY THE SAME TIME, it makes me sad.
First it was our friends the oven and dishwasher. They have chronic issues and we all know it, so we cut them a little slack. Then it was the electric toothbrush, the cordless telephone, the coffemaker, and the satelite dish. Small luxuries each of you. But a bright spot in our day.
Then the drier began to "dry" less and less. More like a big shiny box of damp tumbling air. One of the nice men from Centerpoint Energy Service Plus, who really at this point should set up an outpost in our yard, so when I make my weekly call for service I could just holler out the front door, pointed out the evidence of many small fires in our little drier over the last bit of time and how all the lint that should be venting outside is actually venting into the drier. Funny. I never thought the drier would be the one to take us down.
You CRACK ME UP.
I'm sorry the dryer went.
Posted by: suzanne b. | July 15, 2008 at 09:00 PM
my family had a drier fire when i was in kindergarten. i will never forget seeing elizabeth's mickey mouse sheets all blackened and going into the trash. oh i felt so badly.
Posted by: marie | July 16, 2008 at 05:28 AM