Our dryer broke. Died. Completely Dead.
This was after my complete breakdown, with me sobbing on the basement floor wondering how in the world we were going to be able to find the money to buy a new dryer, with visions of me trying to find time between my 3 jobs to carry a broken legged Derek and laundry baskets into the laundromat and entertaining him for 2 hours while I waited for the laundry to finish, fold and drag back out to the car. The entire scene was way too much... But Jeff fixed it. Took the entire thing apart, found the problem, found the new part and put it all back together again. Fixed. And once again, he fixed me. Money may always be tight. But thanks to Jeff and his knowledge of how to fix anything from plumbing, to cars, to Computers, I think we will always be okay. I just am always impressed and so grateful for his mechanical abilities. I feel safe. And lucky. I feel, once again, fixed.
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