Time for the next installment in the Tale of the Disastrous Thursday:

I’ve been doing laundry this morning, and all morning, the dryer has been squeaking as it starts up. Not an obnoxious squeaking. Just a little squeak-squeak-squeak for a minute or so. My first thought, seeing as how the day has been going so far, was that now the dryer was going to go out and how very badly that would suck. I decided to ignore it, seeing as the squeaking stopped after a bit and the clothes were still getting as dry as ever.

A few minutes ago, I opened the dryer door to take out the latest batch of fresh wearables, and there in the middle of the opening is hanging a pair of my microfiber panties. It’s just hanging there, obviously caught on something. I give the panties a tug, seeing as they are already pretty much destroyed anyway, and I see they are wrapped around a black cord of some sort. Hmmm … it looks exactly like the black cord in my pajama bottoms. I give the cord a tug. It’s not moving. Jammed in there, wherever “there” is, really nice and tight.

I get down on the floor to get my head into the dryer so I can see what’s going on with the jammed cord. It had somehow worked itself into the edge between the basket part that turns and the dryer body that doesn’t turn. I don’t want to pull on it too hard, because I would like to not break the dryer, but as these sorts of things tend to progress with me, I finally just gave it all I had and it popped out.

Well, guess what? No more squeaking dryer! It’s a shame a really pricey pair of panties had to commit suicide, but at least the dryer isn’t about to stop working. I guess this disaster could be deemed minor, since it technically had a somewhat happy ending. But still … ARGH!