I'm beat. Got the doors back up--one was quite difficult, the other pretty easy. Went to Lowe's and picked up a new dryer-to-vent-connection-kit...
[Public Service Announcement: look behind your dryer at the fat corregated hose that connects the dryer to the wall vent. Is it plastic? If so, go buy a new connection kit--they're aluminium now. The plastic ones cause 80% of all dryer fires.]
...pulled the dryer out from the wall, installed the new connector, pushed it back.
Put the new washing machine to the ultimate test by stuffing the king-sized comforter from my bed in it. I bought this particular washer/dryer set because it was said that it would wash a king-sized comforter; we'll see. I put the water setting on "sanitize" which causes the water to be super-heated, set the soil level to "more", and watched the cycle timer go to two hours. Two. Hours. A two hour wash cycle. wow.
Gave the dog a bath (hey, if the comforter is going to be clean I want the dog to be clean too) with new antibacterial shampoo that smells like green apples. Really.
I still have four strips of molding to put back up in the doorways, which will be a piece of cake. I'll probably get around to it sometime in 2007.
So now I'm exhausted. My back has been bothering me lately and today won't help. My problem is that while I've never been a very strong person, I pretend I am. I do things that take all my strength, like hanging doors and moving the dryer. Even washing the dog wears me out.
So tonight I'm skipping dinner in favor of Aleve. Washed it down with bourbon and ginger ale, heh. If any of my dear readers is shocked by this, buzz off. You don't have my life.
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