i have honey-baked potatos and onions baking inside. the wife has clothes drying in the machine inside. i walk outside to smoke while waiting on the other oven to pre-heat for chops. i smell some great baking smell while outside, i knock on the window and motion wife out to smell the great smells outside…knowing it’s the taters. the cooking-challenged wife walks out, turns around and over her shoulder say’s, ” it’s the dryer.” ok, i’m eating the clothes.