3 pronged hole

Our Tuesday evening can be summed up with no words, and simply a picture...

But, of course, you must hear the story behind it.

So we spent our Labor Day weekend at the cabin in Tioga County with 10 friends and had an AMAZING time as always.
Monday, when we got home, as usual, we had about 15 loads of laundry...that is obvi an exaggeration since we're only 2 people.

Anyways, it was time to start tackling the beast.  The first load of laundry dried for 70 minutes, that is correct, OVER an hour, and the dryer wasn't even warm and the clothes were SOAKED.

"I think we have a problem."  Not something anyone wants to say or hear on the day you get home from a great weekend but all you want is to sit on the couch all day and watch TV.

So what did we do?  Like the true lazy people we sometimes are, we opened the dryer door and left it for the next day.

Come Tuesday, Eric tries to run the dryer again, with no luck.

Tuesday evening, swap dryers.  When we moved into our house we already had a washer and dryer, but there was a set left there and already hooked up, so we decided to use what was there until it died and then we'd just have a backup.

Easy-peasy.  Unplug the old, move it 5 feet, move the new one over and just hook that puppy up.

In the words of my brother WRONG-O DONG-O.  Can't fit a 4-pronged plug into a 3-pronged hole.

I would have given up, gone to the hardware store the next day, purchased a new outlet and proceeded from there.  Not my husband though.  He has spent 2 summers now working with a friend of his who is a painter by trade but really a Jason-of-all-trades.  So Eric decides, "I know how to fix this", and proceeds to remove the plate covering the electrical wires and unscrewing the power cords. He's going to just swap them out.  I'm thinking "this is going nowhere".

Much to my surprise (sorry for doubting you my dear), about 35 min later the new dryer was in place, running like a dream and it was HOT!  YAY!!!
Who knew you could even do such a thing?!?!?

So Eric gets the award for being more valuable than I gave him credit for, and I award myself with the Best Assistant a Handyman Could Ever Have medal.  Yes, that's right folks, I sat on the basement floor the entire time, watching and saying "are you sure this is safe", "are you positive we won't burn our house down", and contributed no actual help.

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