Last week my dryer broke. It tumbled and tumbled and tumbled, but it didn't heat. Which was unfortunate because it was about 10 pm, there was a load of damp whites in it, and a load of very wet clothes in the wash. And the next day was snowy so it wasn't even an option to hang my clothes outside to dry. Jeremy scouted the classifieds (which he loves doing, coincidentally) and we bought a dryer for $25. I planned on it being old. I planned on it being ugly. I planned on it being dirty. I hoped it would at least be the same color as the washer--it wasn't. What I didn't plan on was it smelling like fire every time it ran for a few minutes. So now I have two dryers: one doesn't heat, the other does but I'm too afraid to use it. Anyone want to come over and fix either one for us?
Alexis has reached the age where she doesn't like people laughing at her, or telling funny stories about her. Which is really too bad because she does a lot of funny things. On Sunday we were driving home from my parents and she asked why she's not allowed to watch Mulan on Sunday. She thinks she should because they wear dresses in Mulan and we wear dresses to church on Sunday. I told her it's not what they wear, its what the movie makes you think about, and that determines what we watch on Sunday. Knowing what I wanted to hear, she said, "Well, Mulan makes me think about China and Jesus." Jeremy and I both busted up laughing and she immediately yelled "DON'T LAUGH AT THAT!!" Which of course makes us laugh harder.
I'm not sure Tyler's remaining teeth will survive his toddlerhood. The child is crazy and I think a little accident prone. On Saturday his dresser nearly fell on him (it's short), and he saved it by having his little finger wedged between the two drawers. It hurt I'm sure, but a lot less than if the whole thing had actually landed on him. And within 5 minutes of that he was standing on the stool in the kitchen, somehow fell off, and pulled a whole lot of stuff down too, including a light bulb that shattered on the floor. I promise, our house is not as dangerous as it sounds. But Tyler is as dangerous as he sounds.
I've been reading a lot of good books lately, but the books I seem to pick out are always kind of dark. They either take place during a time of war (and all the bad things associated with it) or they are about people with crazy (abusive, neglected, literally crazy) backgrounds. They are good, but it starts to bring me down a bit if I read too many like that in a row. So I'm in need of some book recommendations. Something light and fluffy, but not so fluffy that I want to throw up. Do you know what I mean? Something pleasant, please. Any suggestions?