If you read yesterday’s post then you read my diatribe about our dryer going out. Needless to say, MQ and her parents have spent the better part of the last couple of days looking for new dryers. I have to hand to MQ though. As weird as she about things having their place and about hiding the cords from the Christmas lights, I was surprised to find out that she just wanted a high capacity dryer. It didn’t have to match. If you know MQ at all, you’ll understand my surprise.

MQ has this friend who has been real sick. If you have been reading me for a while, you may have read where I mentioned her friends husband in a discussion I had about guys being “Man Bitches.” Anyway, MB’s wife has been real sick so MQ has been checking in on her daily to keep tabs. During her conversation yesterday or the day before, MQ’s friend told her that she had a dryer in her garage that is just taking up space. She said we could have it if we came and got it because she ultimately bought a matching set. So my wife called and told me all of this.

I was excited because I wasn’t going to have to shell out the money for a new dryer. Again, I am, uhhh, sort of chincy with my money, if you know what I mean. I have no problem buying eels for striper fishing at $2 a pop, plus 20 oz sinkers at 18 cents an ounce, or maybe even spending close to $100 for some stretch-20’s and stretch-25’s (if you fish, you know what I am talking about). But man, I just couldn’t handle having to take money away from my boating/fishing habit to buy a dryer. Know what I mean?

So I meet MQ over at her friend’s house last night to pick up the dryer. All went well. MB actually helped me out a little. Pookie was excited because he got to walk up the ramps to the back of my truck. MQ was happy because she got a dryer. I was happy because I didn’t have to spend money, plus MB gave me a beer. Hell, what more could I ask for, you know?

When we get home and I start to unload the dryer, for some reason it looked very familiar to me. But, I thought it was just me because sometimes it seems like everything looks familiar to me.

This is how you know you live right and do the right things. And this type of shit happens to me all the damn time, it seems. But anyway, I unload the dryer and take it into the laundry room. It was then I realized why I thought the dryer looked familiar: it is the exact match to the washer. Can you believe that? An exact match. That, my friends, is how you know you live right.