Husband? I Don't Need No Stinkin' Husband

Well, the dryer wasn't all the way back up to speed after Rob's valient attempt to clear the birds out of the vent.

So, what's a girl to do? Call a repair man? Wait patiently for her husband?

Hello!

No. You find the ratchet set and take the dryer apart of course!

And what did I find?

Lint. (Silly.)

And of course when I cleaned out the dryer hose...there was about a pound of lint in there too!

Note to self: in the future, count the screws you take from the INSIDE of the machine and make sure they are all back in place BEFORE you put it back together.

And, I know you are dying to know...yes, the dryer is working again.

Warning: the rest of this is unrelated poop TMI. Read at your own risk. (Aimee. I was thinking of you.)

P.S. The thing I really wanted to post about was why we ONLY have poop incidents when Troy is out of the country.

I mean, really, couldn't somebody have a poop problem when the man is home?

And honestly, I don't know which is worse, cleaning poop out of someone's underwear, or off the floor. Eww.

Let's just say, I am also on the list of people that Troy has to take out to dinner when he gets home.