Congratulations Trinity on your good fortune with the dryer. They delivered the Wife's new set this afternoon and the thought of not needing to negotiate those basement stairs threw her into a baking fit. Hot out of the oven Snicker-Doodles and ice cold milk, it just don't get any better than that. It kind of polished of an otherwise wet soggy day, especially since I was knee deep is the manure run off pit this morning getting a drainage pump set up. I was reminded this afternoon of an incident many years ago when the washer would not drain. No matter what was done there was always about two inches of water left in the bottom of the tub. I was just about to tear into the thing when I happened to notice that something about the row of littler holes in the bottom of the tub didn't look right. Sure enough, every one of those holes had a B-B in it and they made great little plugs. The "Boys" were promptly informed that they were not to put clothes in the wash with B-B's in the pockets. I'm afraid mother did not see the humor in the situation, and after all it is fear that rules the masses. Dale in the Flat Lands