Laundry is not my hobby. Not today. Probably not tomorrow.

Well, it kinda is. Here's the thing. The dryer is merely a tumbler. Which would be cool if it was a tumbler on the Batman Begins scale. No. With my luck or lack thereof, I get a big spinny metal tube that throws the clothes around while they air dry. Arrrgh. Good news is, the weather is cooperating, it was nearly 90 degrees today. That man o' mine strung up an erstaz clothesline on the patio when we found out we had to wait for a week for the $5.00 part to be non-expeditiously mailed to us. The $5.00 part comes on the heels of the $150.00 (expedited) burner assembly, which, when assembled, didn't work. Seems the problem is, ah, electrical. Wood's buddies when he told them, asked first thing, "What did your meter tell you?" Well, it's Wood in sheep's clothing, kicking himself for not putting his electrical meter on the darn thing right off. Turns out the problem isn't the gas flow, it's the overtemp thermostat breaker thingy. But boy, have we got a good look at how the lint piles up in, under and around a dryer. And the belt configuration! We could go on for, oh, minutes, about how the belt configuration is terribly difficult to figure out when it falls off before you get a good look at it (but there's pictures on the internet, thank geeks).
So, here I am, it's Monday night, I'm not on call, the laundry can wait a little bit, must be time for, hmmmm, VODKA! No guilt.