Random Thought 1: A peanut that looks kind of nasty usually is.
Random Thought 2: Imagine the most awesome thing ever. Now, imagine something even more awesome than that! That second thing you just imagined is a clothes dryer. I know, it’s amazing that I was able to read your mind, but it’s true: the clothes dryer is the awesomest thing out there! They say you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone, but the real saying should be:
“You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone and all your clothes get stretched to hell and back and your recently-purchased small-sized shirts hang three inches below where your large shirts did just months ago, and then you buy a dryer and they shrink back to normal size…THEN you know what you’ve got, because it was gone and now you’ve got it again.”
But that might be harder to fit on a mug.
Anyhow, I don’t care if my wifriend–a translation of “espovia,” a mixture of the Spanish words for wife, “esposa,” and girlfriend, “novia,” which is what I’ve started to call Angela in this period between our two weddings–anyhow, I don’t care if my wifriend thinks I’m a bit of a dumbass. My new dryer is probably the best purchase I’ve ever made.
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The only problem is if you abuse the privilege of a nice dryer. My housemates stuff it so full that no air gets through and it takes about 9 hours to dry. Tisk tisk. You must respect the dryer. Slow and steady wins the race, and other such things.
Absolutely! And I actually clean the filter each time, and I designed a special ventilation duct that I can remove and clean all the time. I’m like one of those assholes that has a slightly cool car that’s actually lame (I’m thinking something like a Miata here), and treats it like their baby. Actually, I think I’ll call my dryer “Miata”….oh shit! How about “Mi ata,” since I’m in Spanishland!
Ha ha! I understand about the love of a dryer! Luckily we have nice neighbors who let us use theirs! But I see washers/dryers in store windows and I stare at them wistfully…