Last week I was trying to use our building dryer when the coin accepter broke, and thus I could not finish the laundry. My friend, who actually has a washer dryer in her apartment, finished it up for me.
Then last night, my husband went to take the garbage out, and stopped right outside the door with a blissful look on his face. This usually means he is remembering how much he loves me. (I'm not kidding about that.) Then he said "Do you hear that?" It was the dryer running. One of our building mates must have fixed it. I have never been so excited to do laundry, even laundry I pay for by the load.
I broke it again this morning. And Baby gets lots of clothes dirty fast. Someone's going to the laundromat tonight.
