Dear Dryer,

I'm writing to ask you why you are so cruel. I bought you a few years ago, gave you a home in a nice, clean laundry room. I even let you live next to your friend, the washer. Yet, still you mistreat me.

I feed you well, with my shirts, pants, even my unmentionables. (I won't even go into the socks you have stolen from me.) The main purpose for my letter is to ask you why you must make my pants fit me so tight. I've been nothing but kind to you. And this is the thanks I get? Your cruelty knows no bounds.

I bought a pair of black pants last week. They fit me beautifully - so comfortable, and flattering. The washer took wonderful care of them, getting them nice and clean for their next wearing. Then I turned them over to you. You somehow managed, perhaps as a cruel joke, to turn these perfectly nice pants into some sort of straight-jacket for my legs and waist. I'll have you know I cursed you as I squeezed into them this morning, and remain bitter toward you even now, as I sit at my desk, holding my breath a little in the hopes of lessening their strangle hold on my mid-section.

From now on, I will hang my clothes to dry.

With much hatred,
Carinna

that is funny! Did you write that yourself?

I think your dryer and my dryer must be first cousins.

My Washing machine is a jerk.. if that makes ya feel any better!
She leaked water and ran across the floor when i made her wash a sleeping bag!! LOL

It's the same way with us. In our house, the washer is the delinquent appliance. She is always off-balance and rattles the walls and our dishes until we come to her rescue and set her right. I gave her a window view of the mountains and everything. Sigh.

Sadly, yes.

a little off topic, but I was complaining to a friend about all the socks my dryer ate. When I asked "where to they go?" She replied "That's easy they return to you as wire coat hangers!"
It's true I have no socks....but hundreds of wire coat hangers.

yup i hang dry my clothes also....until they get too big than i put them in the dryer.
i saw a cartoon in reader digest the other day.. it had a bunch of socks sitting around in a circle with a sign hanging on the wall. "socks without partners"......

I cheat on my dryer. He knows about it too, but doesn't seem to mind. In fact my dryer's competition sits right in front of him. He's so brown and slim with many narrow wooden rods to hold all my tee-shirts, dainties and hosiery that I don't trust to my dryer. When I first brought the new man home and set him up, I thought the dryer would mind, but he doesn't as long as I feed him towels, sheets, denim and workout clothes. Ultimately he wants me to be happy.

When I was packing this weekend for my move I took out all of my socks and made sure they were paired up. You know what was left? Three black socks. Three different black socks.

My dryer apparently has food preferences and will only eat black socks.

awe, don't say sadly, yes. It is very well written, and I think very easily be one of those email forward I get from ppl. Very Creative writing!

Thanks! The sadly part was because it's a true story.