3 weeks ago Riley & Olivia were goofing around in the kitchen. I had been unloading the dishwasher and got a phone call so I left it open and went in the other room. Riley was running backward and tripped over the open door and fell right smack on top of it. Oh joy. After looking it over and doing a test-run we discovered that the door was bent and it now leaked. Again, I say, oh joy.
After much debate and many phone calls we determined that it made more sense to replace it than fix it. It never was a very good dishwasher so we had the circuitous debate.. spend a few hundred to fix a crappy machine, or put that money toward a better one. Fish? or cut bait? Dad helped the decision along since he called one too many times and got the response, "I'm washing the dishes" when asked what I was doing. So, Merry Christmas! We got our new dishwasher today and I'm running the first load right now. It's SO quiet!
I've been humming the Ode To Joy for the last hour. After 3 weeks of washing dishes by hand in scalding hot water, (yes, I know I should have bought gloves but it just seemed like such a woosie thing to do) and 2 cut fingers by grazing knives in the scalding depths, and dry cracked hands and peeling fingernails.... I am truly in a joyous mood.
I can't wait to make chili and put the bowls straight in without washing them out first just to put it to the test.
Ye olde crappy, wash-the-dishes-before-you-wash-the-dishes machine.
The new fabulous, quiet machine. Not quite fully installed, still has the protective plastic on the front and no handle. But even at this stage it was splendiferous!
