Air ‘em out
I get…frustrated…with my clothes dryer. Probably clothes dryers everywhere. They just look like slackers, spending all that time and energy on what seems to be such a simple process. Frankly, I think getting the sweat out of my socks is the harder job, but you don’t see the washing machine taking an hour, racking up the FPL bill all, “Not done quiiiiiite yet, gimme another 20, would ya? Now be a good girl and go get me some Snuggle.” But those dryers, so demanding. So our dryer’s on probation—we strung a clothesline in our garage, which handles most of the laundry surprisingly well (and surprisingly quickly). We’ll let the dryer try some socks here and there, but if it insists on spending an hour getting three pairs juuuuuust right, well, its new job is going to be “storage container.”