Hang On, There

As if crap couldn’t get any tighter, our dryer decided to take a shit this morning. I can’t make up my mind if this is more hobo, redneck or white trash of me. One 50-foot length of nylon rope, several heavy binder clips, a TV satellite, one truck, and a broken tree branch make for a good ‘fly-by-the-seat-of-your-britches’ temporary clothes line. Thankful for ‘adapt and overcome,’ plus having the tools to do it.