I can’t wait to have children. That way I can blame them for the messes in the dryer. I won’t have to try to explain why I left crayons in my pocket…or what a 27-year-old man was doing with crayons in the first place. The dryer is sort of my domestic Achilles’ heel. I’ve left gum, candy, pens, markers, and yes, crayons in the dryer. If my wife didn’t know me, she would think I enjoyed terrorizing our innocent, clean dryer. Oh well, live and learn. Or, in my case, learn to live with yourself. I’ve learned how to clean a dryer that’s been spoiled in many ways, and because I own a gas dryer, I’ve learned how to do it with safe, non-flammable supplies. Play it up. Tell your spouse or significant other (or neighbor, dog, etc…) that it can’t be done. Then read my lastest article and bask in applause and domestic accolades, which won’t melt in the dryer.