So this morning started as any normal Saturday would. With a load of laundry in the washing machine. Naturally, washed clothes should ultimately end up in the dryer. Well, Andrea had left for Eugene and about an hour later - I hear a horrific screaming coming from upstairs. So after making sure that Payton was accounted for and, making sure the screaming wasn't coming from me since this is the last weekend the Bears will be playing football, I proceeded upstairs.
The dryer in the past has been making small random squeaking sounds and I've been expecting it to quit altogether. So upon hearing the tirade coming from the laundry room this morning, I was certain that it was in it's death throws. So I decided to tear it apart and see what I could do - what extra damage could I really do right?
Well, long story short (and a couple of extra screws later), it's back together and working quite well. (Whew)