Lindsay Saves the Day.

I have been without a working dryer for 2 weeks. All that having a working dryer required was my husband bringing down the old one, and my step dad coming over and us rewiring the breaker box for an electric dryer instead of gas, and putting a outlet in. Seriously, it was not that hard. Plus my Pops is an electrician. Well okay, an electrician with very poor vision due to histoplasmosis.

Sunday night my husband (Who I had been asking for weeks to move the dryer) came home from work (and he was well prepared for the fact that we were moving the dryer) in a pissy mood. I could tell that he did not want to move the dryer from the garage to the utility room, but I gave him THE LOOK and he instantly knew that he had 2 choices...Move the dryer or death. After 2 weeks of having everything up all over my utility room, all 3 bathrooms and anything else that would hold wet items I had had it. The first thing out of his mouth was, "Have you seen how messy the garage is, it will take an hour to clear a path". No sweetheart, it won't. I already cleared the path. After he realized that (the 5 minutes it took to "make a path") he was good to go.

Monday morning Pops, My mom, my nephew Eli, and niece Leila came over. Pops, Mom and I moved breakers in the breaker box to make room for my double breaker that is needed for the dryer. Wires were run, outlets wired (ME :) ) and VOILA! I had a working dryer again. WOOHOO!!!

During that time though, my neighbor Miss Glenna came over. Miss Glenna and Mr Phil are WONDERFUL neighbors. She looks out for my kids and I look out for her husband. Mr. Phil has Alzheimer's. Because Mr. Phil kept wandering off and lying in people's yards (a story for another day) Miss Glenna had to put deadbolt key only locks on her house doors so she could atleast get some sleep at night.

Yesterday, she went through her garage to walk over to the neighbors. She exited through her garage door. She did not lock her door from the garage to the house because when Mr. Phil goes into the garage he has no clue how to open the garage door. Well, in the few minutes she was gone, her temperamental garage door refused to open. (It must have been protesting the frigid weather that we are having) She came to my house to "Borrow a small child". I got Lindsay dressed and off she went with Miss Glenna. Miss Glenna leaves her sliding glass door unlocked during the day because of the cats. However she has a metal bar in the door so that Mr. Phil cannot get out of the door. It opens enough to let the cats in, but not him out. (It opens enough for Glenna to get her head through the door) So Lindsay went with Glenna, slide through her sliding glass door and removed the metal bar.

Lindsay was Miss Glenna's hero. Glenna has said that she will probably take her keys with her from now on, but with the garage door never acting up like that before she did not see the need. Lindsay is very excited to be Miss Glenna's hero. :)

All in all, a pretty good day. A working washer and a daughter you brightened someone elses day. :)