I haven't had a chance to check the dryer for punk-inserted fish, but I'll let you know what I find. I'm loathe to take the dryer out of its hole. What a lot of crap work.
In case you're wondering, I still feel fantastic. Woke up at 6:48 this morning, couldn't believe it was that early, checked all the clocks, went back to bed, was actually wide awake and got back up.
We got a new bunk bed for the littler kids' room. Abby has her own tiny room, and Jonah and Maggie share. We rented till we bought this house a few years ago, so our furniture was never bought for the space, just forced into whatever odd space we had. Now that our family and residence will be stable for a few years, I'd like to start buying pieces that fit our rooms. Having the extra floor space has already made my life easier, and it looks SO much better than the 2-bed configuration we had before. I'm almost 40 years old. I want a home that reflects my personality, which is orderly and clean(ish).
As for the discussion surrounding the purchase of the bunk bed, a personal note: I love you, Honey. Thank you for listening.
So I have a lot of housework to do today, and I actually feel good enough to do it. What have you planned for the day?
Update on the fish thing: The load I dried yesterday came out smelling fine. There must have been something in that one stinky load. I'm scared what it might have been; didn't find anything unusual in the clothes.