[life] dryer, we hardly knew ye

Our dryer has given up the ghost, in spectacular fashion. Well, not that spectacular, I just wanted to use the word spectacular, because it makes me happy. Spectacular!

Ahem.

So, our dryer died, setting off the fire alarm and permeating the current load of clothing with the sweet smell of scorching wiring as it did so. So now I have to lug several armfuls of wet clothing through the freezing winter cold next door to use my brother-in-law's dryer. Oh the humanity! We'll probably get the dryer fixed, as apparently they just don't make 'em like they used to, and a repaired old dryer is more reliable than a spanking new one. Fine with me, except that I fear to let any repairperson see the truly titanic mounds of old dryer lint buildup on, around, and behind our poor ailing beast. To be fair, not all of it is ours. Quite a lot of it is from the generations of university students who rented the place before we bought it, but also to be fair, I haven't bothered to clean it up in the year+ that we have lived here.

I am a slovenly housekeeper, I will be the first to admit, but with my pressing schedule of work, WoW, reading, dolly stuff, and making sure that I'm pretty for my man, how am I to hold back the tides of filth?

Ok, I suck.

Also on the List for Today (ah, holy list, who keeps my brain semi-organised, how I love thee): making a old fashioned chicken dinner. Stuff that bird! Grease it up with butter! Baby potatoes, peas and carrots! Salad and wine! It's gonna be good. I bet you wish you lived with us know, dontcha? Filth notwithstanding.