Hanging around

Around here, if you are the dryer, you feel very left out.

Lonely.

Alone.

Empty.

Unfulfilled.

Unused.

You see, I hang everything I wash. E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.

Every last pair of underwear.

Every sock.

Every shirt.

Everything.

Nothing goes in the dryer unless I'm in a real hurry or I need the clothes now, not in a day or two.

But that doesn't happen very often.

Sorry dryer. Your day will come. Maybe.