I did my first load of waiting laundry today (I still have three lingering piles) and I was very tempted to pull apart the dryer and dig until I found its secret world. Put down the phone, don't ask the operator for the number to the psyche ward. If you think long enough about it, there has GOT to be some secret place, the dryer's version of a WhoVille, if you will. Because if there isn't such a place, then answer this for me. WHERE DOES THE OTHER SOCK GO?!
Melissa
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