Now just because we haul off and move West, doesn't mean we don't need the help of good ol' Dad every now and then. I found Pa in the garage, yakkin' on the phone with a big electrical cord in his hand, trying to figure out how to remove the original cord from the dryer and replace it with one that had the right plug for our outlet. There was talk about 220 volts and tools and this and that and who knows what else. So Dad, thanks for picking up the Phone-An-Electrician line and saving the day. And kudos to Pa for replacing the cord without burning the house down.
And after 1 1/2 weeks of being apart, it is good to see the ol' washer and dryer again. I think.
