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We got a dryer, in a round-a-bout way, from the local thrift store. You know you're not exactly living among the elite when you up-grade to a Magic Chef dryer. I'm not kidding. That's the brand name. Magic Chef. Above is our old hotpoint, which was becoming more of a warm or burning-rubber-smell point. And here is our new classy Magic Chef dryer, which is drying its first load as we speak. We'll see how it all goes.
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More interestingly, here is a picture of my children from the annual costume parade at the nursing home here in town. Mim was a butterfly, and Zaya was a (very flexible) horse. Or, as they called themselves, a blalaly and the horse-boy. Mim is wearing the same wings that the camofly had on in the previous post, and Zaya is wearing the costume we bought at the townwide garage sale.
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4 comments:
ooh...aah...I'm always very impressed by new (or new to you) appliances.
It's amazing how much you don't realize how much you use an appliance until it's broken. I confess, I'm one of the appliance dependant.
Magic Chef does not imply dry clothes to me. However, it certainly sounds like something I want at my house. A chef that magically appears and cooks a fabulously delicious dinner!
It's not much different than buying a used car. It's new to y'all, right?
If you hook it up and it works better than the old one, then Magic Chef is a good brand.
Blalaly is a bit hard for a slow-speaking Louisiana boy to say. And I type only marginally better than I speak. I love the names they come up with. My Younger Brother had that kind of imagination as a kid. I sort of did, but was too shy to speak my thoughts aloud at that age.
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