Mr. Fix It

I know I already wrote a thankful post for my husband, but he deserves another.

I haven't done any laundry since last Friday. My dryer has been possessed and I am afraid to turn it on because it will wake up all the sleeping babies in the neighborhood. Last night, I went online to buy a new dryer because this momma needs to do some laundry. (Remember, we only have a limited amount of clothing in this house!!) Before I purchased one, my loving attorney of a husband said, "Why don't you wait another day and let me take a look at it." I did not smile or laugh when he said this, but it wasn't easy. I know he has great intentions, but he's a busy man and sometimes he doesn't have the time to get around taking a look at anything broken. He totally proved me wrong.

At nine 9 PM, I found my laundry room like so:
He wasn't just taking a "look" at it. He completely took it apart. The door was in the hallway, the tumbler was on top of the washer and little pieces were scattered all over the floor.
I just had to take pictures because I was so shocked by the scene.
It's now 10 PM, and the dryer is all put back together and quietly drying a load of clean laundry. I am so proud of and so grateful for and so in love with my appliance mechanic. Now I must end this tribute and crawl into bed with Mr. Fix It.