My drier died.
I found another one on craigslist for $100.
Now we can dry our clothes again rather than having to hang them out.
But of course Cooper’s agenda is completely different.
He has to get in the old drier and bark and make it a game.
My joke is that he’s so fluffy it looks like he just came out of the fluff cycle.
I wish I could find the fun in life that Cooper finds in everything he does.