|Made of money, that's what we are...|
One hundred and forty dollars. Tell me, am I really saving any money by having a gas dryer if I spend an extra $140 each time I replace it? On top of the extra $100 it costs in the first place? Probably not. I could have just bought an electric one and it would be plugged in and running RIGHT NOW.
Isn't it obvious that this man hates me?
"Look," I said. "This is incredibly complicated. You can't do it by Friday."
"I'd have to do the floor by then, also," he said, more to himself than to me, because really, when it comes to his insulation fetish, has he EVER listened to me? "I need that subflooring to stop the condensation..." Before I knew it, he's talking on the phone with our handyman, trying to figure out if he can pull it off.
No. No, he can't. Our handyman convinced him of that. So I get my dryer connected on Friday, in its original spot, but Larry is still gung-ho on insulating the laundry room NOW, since he moved so much stuff out of there already. "I'll just get everything else out of there this weekend," he said. "Andy said he could help me next weekend - that'll be perfect!"
|WHOSE laundry room looks like this? Not mine.|
It was his jovial, aren't-we-just-packrats-together tone that got to me.
"No, WE wouldn't fill it up," I told him. "YOU would fill it up." And I left the house for a very long walk.
All of this to say, there's a reason I have over 23,000 steps on my Fitbit today. And, believe me, those weren't nearly enough.
[Dollars image: Clipart Panda]