What does it mean when your dryer stops working with a load of wet laundry in it? Or when the car you wish to use to take those wet cloths to the laundromat in won't start? Or when the Internet decides not to connect? Or when your 3 year old finds paper to be very appetizing but in the way tobacco is consumed with chews and spits? Perhaps I offended Electro, God of all things shocking. Or maybe I've taken the role of Alexander who had a "horrible, no good, very bad day." Well, it actually wasn't that bad because I happen to be the sister of Super Erin who came to my rescue just before the flux capacitor exploded, and brought life to the car battery and the use of her very capable dryer so that we might have clean underwear tomorrow. Thank you Erin a million times over for your super hero skills, and for feeding us lunch while our stuff dried. You are the woman! Oh ya, I forgot to mention that she let me watch the new Tinkerbell movie, a privilege I know I would never have in a house full of boys. Did you know they won't even let me walk down the "pink" aisle at the store?
Later...the dryer is still dead after several chest compressions (or repeated button pushing, door shuttings, and exclamations of frustration from the laundry lady, me) but then it may just be in a comatose state. Perhaps even an unconscious coping mechanism for dryers who are doomed to dry a butt load of laundry all in one day, while awaiting the GE repairman to come tomorrow between 1 and 5pm, no doubt with some power greater than mine, perhaps a magic button pushing thumb that can only be purchased at stores where they sell those hands that hit things to make them work.
Oh, oh, oh, the Internet just started to work, so here goes my post!