We're sitting here in 90-something-degree heat wishing our new air conditioner would have been delivered yesterday (indstead of tomorrow) and thinking about how it's too hot to carry the old one up from the basement. So, watching this little girl spin around in the dryer (at, what seems, the behest of her father) makes our fingernails sweat. Seriously, they're the last frontier. We're sweating in places we never thought we could sweat. We just hope they had her on air dry and not permanent press.