According to Wikipedia, the proper gift for a 13th wedding anniversary is Lace.
According to the appliance-gods at our house, the only possible purchase allowed to commemorate our upcoming anniversary is a BRAND NEW DRYER! It was delivered today.
Yes, the "hanging on by its last leg" dryer finally go so annoying that even I could not stand to use it any more. It took 2 hours to dry a small load. It made noises that are not otherwise found in nature. Seriously - you had to leave the house when you put clothes in the dryer. Human ears could not listen to that sound. Dogs would run away. It was time to send it to the great appliance recycling place in the sky.
The new dryer is unbelievable.
I know I shouldn't be so excited about an appliance. I realize that getting giddy over the fact that our washer and dryer now match (and look pretty!) is a bit silly. But I can't escape the fact that somehow, I've evolved into an odd creature that gets great satisfaction from the whole laundry process.
13 years ago, we moved into an apartment with a laundry room in the basement. I doubt I noticed the brand of the washer or the dryer - never mind the features. We were young and in love and had places to go and people to see. We had not yet realized how much of life and love is experienced in the mundane everyday details of things like laundry.
It's pretty easy to marry the guy with whom you want to dine in Paris or snorkel in the Bahamas. But marrying the guy with whom who you want to sort socks? That's a whole different ball game. Somehow I've ended up with both - and now if I could just find a way to sort socks with him in Paris, I'd be set.
...and I wonder if this new dryer has a cycle for lace?