Just when I was still basking in the warm glow of all my new stainless steel appliances. . . .
Yes, the dryer just went belly up. Good thing our porch and garage rival the hot box in the Bridge Over the River Kwai.
Still, I’m hopeful our repairman will be able to just pop in a new heating element. We kept the first dryer of our marriage going for 35 years, after all.
I’m wondering, though, if someone lasered the evil eye at me when I wasn’t looking. I have a feeling there won’t be any point in buying lottery tickets for a while.