I feel like a super ninja rock star.

The days started with the hubs suggesting Chick-fil-a for breakfast. Have I told y’all lately that he’s awesome??? Anyhoo, we back out of the garage and hit the garage door opener to close it but nothing happens. Thinking the battery just might be dead he hopped out and grabbed the remote from his vehicle. Still nothing. Hmmmm??? We tried the code on the wireless entry pad, still nothing. To hell with all that, we finally break down and use the front door to get out of the darn house. Our front door is there to let the cat in and out now that she has decided she’s scared of the dogs who’s butts she could totally woop, to check the mail/package delivery and to fend off solicitors. We never use it as an entry/exit point. We are obsessed with keeping the garage clutter free enough to park our vehicles.

We pick up Chick-fil-a and adjust our return route to include an ocean drive by because what day isn’t better after seeing the ocean.

When we return home I toss the load of towels I washed earlier into the dryer. Now, let me back up a little. This will be the first use of said dryer… Over the past weekend I went to wash a lone towel I’d used to clean up a leak (I’ll get back to the leak later). The towel was so icky I didn’t want it washed with anything else so I washed it all by itself. When I tossed it in the dryer I hit the start button and nothing. I checked the breaker out in the garaged. Flipped it off and back on again just for good measure. Still nothing. It did this once a few weeks earlier when our son was visiting and had gotten his shoes soaking wet. I’d tossed them in the dryer with a towel for a bit to speed up the drying process. *For future reference: it’s much faster and more effective to use a hair dryer to dry shoes* I figured the machine was just pissed about the monsterousness of the shoes flopping around in there and stopped itself. After a few minutes of rest and the removal of the shoes I tossed the waiting wet load in and it started up just fine so all was right with the world – until this weekend when it did this again. Only this time the machine didn’t get over itself nor had there been any monsterousness that took place prior to it’s deadness.

Now 1: We are not the most mechanically inclined people. The last time I messed with a dryer I shot myself clear across the room while pregnant. *no worries, that kid is now at the Naval Academy so no noticeable damage to him. 2: We are thinking about selling our house, traveling the country for a year or two and then downsizing when we buy again which means everything we don’t get rid of when we sell will go in storage for a good while. I’m not incentivized to pay retail for a brand new dryer that is going to sit in storage. and 3: I’ve never liked this dryer anyway so I’m also not incentivized to hire someone to come fix it unless I just can’t find something used, cheep and immediately available. Seriously y’all. I had washed that towel by itself so hanging it out to dry was no biggy but I had three loads behind it I had fortunately procrastinated and not even started washing yet.

Craig’s list hooked me up. Found a dryer that actually matches my bad ass washing machine for $100 bucks and just a few miles away available in a few hours (when the seller can get back home). Drag the hubs over to pick it up. Seller has it hooked up and turned it on. Opened so we could see that warmth was coming out of it. We are all good to go. Load that bad boy and head home. Remove the dead one into the garage which means I’ll be parking outside until I figure out how to get rid of it – ugh! Put the new one in place only to discover it has a 3 prong power cord and we need a 4. No biggy, pull the one off the back of the other machine to put it on the other. This part sounds easy but it ended up requiring a few google searches to figure out since the wire colors and hook up spots were not matching up but we got it. Hubs flips the breaker off before I plug it in as to not have a Flying Jen repeat performance. It’s plugged in, breaker’s back on and we have a working machine. All is right with the world – or so we thought.

All of that was exhausting. The dryer is situated awkwardly and unbelievably challenging to get behind to work.The call of alcoholic beverages far outweighed the call to do 3 loads of laundry and the drying did not get it’s first load until a couple of days later. The day we went to Chick-fil-a for breakfast.