"Dryer's dead," I announced to my husband.
He began flipping breakers, checking fuses. When nothing happened out came the screwdriver, and pieces of the dryer came flying off the back. Recognizing that my husband hadn't gone to dryer repair school and quite possibly had no idea what he was doing, I decided to help.
I pulled out the laptop and began googling.
"Alright, this site tells you how to test the start button. But you'll need something called an ohmmeter to measure electrical current, so I guess you won't be able to do it."
Three seconds later Chris comes back from the garage holding an instrument that looks like it came out of Ghostbusters.
"You mean this?"
"You have one of those things?!? Who are you?"
After testing the start button and realizing it was working fine, he continued to pull more things apart from the back of the dryer. I began googling the cost of a new dryer.
"The cheapest one is $35o at Lowes, but I haven't heard of this brand.."
"Aha!!"
"What?"
My husband is holding a piece of plastic and wire against his Ghostbuster tool. "The thermal fuse is blown! I just need to replace this fuse."
Fast-forward to breakfast this morning. We are going over the schedule for the week with our kids. Wednesday is our ten year anniversary. On that day I am teaching my co-op preschool, taking my kids to homeschool story hour at the library, and feeding the missionaries. It's also my grandma's birthday.
"After the missionaries leave, we might need to go to the store and buy a new dryer if dad can't fix ours tonight," I say.
"That sounds like a romantic thing to do for an anniversary," Chris says.
Deacon is looking out the window at his swing set. "And we could buy another slide!" he says enthusiastically. "Slides are romantic!"
