Oh.. to have a yard....

The other night, before I went to bed, I threw a load of clothes into the washer. The next morning when I got up, I did the logical thing and moved them over to the dryer and started it up, with the expectation that my pants would be dry by the time I wanted to leave for work... but then the dyer started making all sorts of crazy noises, so I turned it off to investigate. Unfortunately, it decided it didn't want to start again. Happily, I had other clean pants.. but still. Poopy.

It's times like these that I miss having a yard. I can just imagine it now: Outside, above a little patch of green grass, I'd put out my clothes on a happy little clothes line in the morning and they'd be dry by the time I got home from work; sun dried and softened by a gentle breeze... Such a pleasant thought...

http://tlc-smileygirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/sorry-people.html

But then, I remember that I live in Chicago and it's a whopping 20F (that feels like 6F), and even if I DID have a happy little clothes line off of my non-existent balcony to put my clothes on, they'd just be chunks of ice by the time I got home; not quite the outcome of my little reverie.

Guess I better get on with my calling around for an estimate on a repair.....