Last night in the backyard, I was talking with my neighbor, Chris, about my dishwasher woes.  We got to talking about appliances and the hierarchy in the kitchen.  A bum dishwasher is an inconvenience but it doesn't rise to the level of a problem.  Not like a bad fridge, or stove would.  I went so far as to say that the only appliance lower on the kitchen food chain was the microwave.

I think it heard me denigrate it, because when I tried to make lunch today, it committed suicide.  

Instead of cooking, it smoked and gave off a dreadful plastic stench.  You don't even try to fix a microwave.  That's like trying to fix your dvd player.  So we threw it in the back of the van with the old dishwasher and hauled it off to the recycling center.  I bought a new, prettier one at Target for waaaay under a hundred bucks.  I love being a rich American. Hmmm.  I probably could've gotten one even cheaper at Walmart.

Today Jay brought home the new dishwasher.  It's pretty and white and has a roomy interior.  It's not as quiet as the old one, but maybe that's because it actually washes the dishes.
I take it back.  It just finished filling and now it's silent.  I hope it's still working...yep. 

Nice, new dishwasher.

It's time to go to bed.  God is in his Heaven and all is right with the world.

 

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