The straw that broke the camel’s back was when I put two shirts in there, and it would not turn. I considered kicking it, but then I remembered that we’d bought it used (with the washer) for a total steal five years ago, and it has been faithful to us for that long. So rather than kick it, I bid it a happy farewell and jumped for joy when our brand new one showed up on Saturday.
One huge load of whites, forty-five minutes in the dryer, and everything came out completely dry. New dryer, you were worth every penny. I’m actually excited to do laundry this weekend — a total of four loads sounds a lot better than the sixteen (!) that I did last weekend.