My husband has taken up laundry. Try as I may to deter his new pastime he manages to sneak a load in here and there. His sneakiness took a squeaky turn during a recent load.
My poor dryer was making an awful noise. I wasn’t sure what was wrong but I figured a little look wouldn’t hurt anything.
I looked all over cyberspace for a maintenance manual and didn’t find one. I went in blind. Maybe I was over-confident from my Treadmill success or maybe my drive was something more sinister, perhaps the desire to fix what my husband broke!
A little spin of the drum confirmed the sound was coming from the front by the door. This meant the motor and belt were fine!
And there it is. Caught between the drum and the doohickey the drum turns on, this little piece of metal was the problem. It reminds me of the grounding prong of a 3-prong plug. I’m assuming Glen or Neil pocketed this little gem on one of their many adventures.
This exploratory surgery paid off! Now how do I get my hubby to channel his interest in domestic matters from the laundry room to the kid’s rooms or even better the bathrooms?!





























Yea, I’ve been there. Aggrevates me! Because lots of times he doesn’t separate things. Just leave the laundry to me buddy, go vacuum or scrub a toilet that you boys make so nasty!