Last week our dishwasher stopped working. The repairman came to check it out and gave us the verdict - your dishwasher is DEAD, as in - gone forever. Goodbye dishwasher, I'm sorry we didn't like you that much and thought you were a worthless peice of you know what while you were still alive. We miss you terribly already. I'm sorry Ben & I hated you from the beginning and thought of you as a hunk of junk, but we've learned how ungrateful we were and want you back. Sure you were inefficient, taking over 2 hours to finish your job, you were exceptionally loud & occasionally things had to be rewashed, but you know, you did the job. But like they always say - out with the old and in with the NEW.
Our best option is to buy a brand new dishwasher. We'll have to wait awhile before we can buy a replacement though. Sadly I've turned to plasticware and don't even think about letting the kids drink from certain sippy cups that have more parts than a car engine. Life was easy back then, now I'm back in the kitchen soaking my my hands in hot soapy water, a reminder of what things we're like when life was "simple."
Lets just hope I don't develope dishpan hands. Whatever that is.
