Clothestrophobia!

Last night was date/laundry night at The Roadhouse.  Unfortunately, only one drier was working so we came home with a pile of wet laundry.  It didn't help that I did a face plant on the way down the snowy, slippery driveway while holding a mess of sheets (the only items that had been mildly dry).  TH rigged up some lines and I stoked the fire.  (This is only one fourth of the chaos.) Everything was nice and crunchy this morning.