Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Losing My Mind

The dryer is squeaking. The dryer has been squeaking for months. The dryer is driving me to the very brink of sanity. It is the one thing in the house that could break without making me cry, but no, it must continue to work despite the continual SQUEEEEEAKING!

There is no escape. I close the door to the laundry room, I hide in the basement, but the squeaking follows me. I'm developing a twitch.

So if I'm not around for a while, you may safely assume that I have found quiet in a small padded room.

1 comment:

The Schaefer's said...

It's like the Tell-Tale Heart :c)