See! Nothing Good Comes From Doing Laundry!

So…I have to admit. This wicked weather is sometimes nice. You’re home. You’re warm. You’ve got a pot of chili on the stove, so the house smells cozy and inviting. There’s movies on tv to watch…

Yeah well. I got a little batty around 2pm. Kind of bored and restless…wishing comedy hadn’t been canceled. Wishing it was snow instead of ice so that it wouldn’t be BEYOND STUPID to get out. Wishing and hoping…

I thought I’d do a little laundry instead. Hey. I’m trying to be grown up and responsible here. So, whatever. Laundry. I always clean the lint screen thingy. Always. Anyone raised in a house with my dad, well. One just always does that. While I had the screen thingy out, I cleaned the lint off and as I moved the screen back….it knocked a lighter down into the hole.

FUCK. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK around are you KIDDING ME WITH THIS?!?!?!?!??!?!?!??!

I have no earthly good reason why I’m not on a reality show. Why is there not a camera crew following me every moment of this life I’m leading? I know. I don’t have an answer to that either.

A few phone calls and my best good friend Joe makes his way over on the treacherous icy roads with his tool box and a smile! I hold all the screws as he removes the entire back off of my dryer. Nothin. So we begin (and by we I mean I’m watching encouragingly) to remove the other section and HEY THERE IT IS!!!! Comes right out! Oh glorious handy dandy friends. Glory Glory Glory!

I don’t have to dry my jeans with the hair dryer. I’m having a glass of wine and yet another bowl of chili in celebration. I’m drying my jeans…but you can kiss my foot if I’m doing anymore laundry tonight.