Sergey decided that instead of delivery, we would go get our dryer – money wise wasn’t that much of a difference, so I was surprised when he insisted. Something about how stories happen when you go do stuff, instead of sit around and wait for it to be delivered. (I suspect he also really, really wanted a dryer, but whatever).

(apologies for the blurry pictures, I was super tired and a little anious over the whole get-this-thing-down-the-stairs-myself)

Well, the dryer is here. I am not sure its insides are alive after he got it down the stairs using a hand cart, but we will see when he hooks it up this weekend.