Because it is cheaper than therapy and it is my blog

I guess I am entitled to rant on it. It should really do no harm since about 5 people really read it.

Appliances on the side of the road are becoming a habit at my house.

This should be exciting junk but I am annoyed at the new dryer. I made sure it was the same width as the old one. 29 inches. However, when Tiger installed it, it was 3 inches farther away from the wall than the washer. We could not figure it out until we noticed a random piece of metal on the back that juts (is that a word?) out on the bottom 1/2 of the dryer. Probably a safety piece but it cost me 3 INCHES in the laundry room!

Needless to say, it irritated me. It looks like we cannot open the back door, but we can. . . by a hair.

As I pondered my frustration, I was then mad at myself for being upset over a DRYER! For Pete's sake Hilary, get your priorities straight. Wars, sin and pain exist and are far more important than the dryer and 3 inches (although I still want them)!

As we backed out of the driveway, Tiger suggested hitting the dryer on the curb to help remedy my irritation. The thought had already crossed my mind & I took a little too long to answer.

By the time we arrived to watch the fireworks, my priorities were straight. Maybe . . . As I ran this morning, I decided the year of 37 could leave me convicted and therefore wiser & stronger or it may kick ME to the curb.