Welcome To My World Of Hell! Wanna Chocolate?
Things are not going well at the household. Not only are we dealing with Dee getting pummelled by Ass, and not only did our front door lock die on us on the weekend (it's now fixed, thanks to Mr. Handsome, so all you freaking robbers can just stop right there, turn around, and stalk someone else), but now our dryer has died... Our dryer. Did you hear me?! What are we going to do?? Mr. Handsome, being the handy guy he is, made a few phone calls, and he found out that our dryer, a Brentwood, is at least 25 years old, and that the motor on it died. That's what Mr. Dryer Repairman told him when Mr. Handsome described what it was and wasn't doing. Definitely the motor. What? Never heard of a Brentwood? Neither had we. And guess what?! We can't get the motor on our Brentwood dryer fixed because they stopped making motors for that make two years ago. That's right. And it would have cost $250, which is still more than we would ever want to pay for anything, but it's a ...