At least I got the text message. Say the nearby pilot light had found some natural gas, I probably wouldn't have.But our old electric dryer died, and Craigslist found us a gas dryer. Sara set it up while I went to a show (that's right), but something was amiss.
Sara called Adam, who rolled over and found the leak in the hose. Now we have a bitchin' used gas dryer that is supposedly more efficient. And Sara and Sasha didn't blow up. Bonus! Thanks, Adam!
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Speaking of Sasha, I felt that her vision might be compromised by having hair in her face.
After much deliberation and consensus gathering, we finally decided "Hey, let's give her those bangs. If they look stupid, they'll grow out."
But those polled were right: it's fine, and now her hair isn't in her eyes. I want to take it to the next phase: Mullet. Come ON. She won't care.
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