Saturday, January 5, 2013
A Death in the Family
Our dishwasher died. Finally. R.I.P. No, I take that back. I hope you DON'T rest in peace. You caused enough grief for us over the last couple of years that I hope you rot in dishwasher hell. It's not enough that you always left disgusting crap in the bottom of our glasses, but you flooded our kitchen a couple of years ago. Right before Christmas. It's hard to make Christmas dinner in a gutted kitchen. No floor, no appliances, no running water, no nada. If you've never had pizza for Christmas dinner before - - don't. Dishwasher, you caused us many headaches that year. The seller of the dishwasher had to talk to the maker of the dishwasher who had to talk to the manufacturer of the dishwasher's offending part, who then had to send the offending part on a little Italian getaway. Don't ask. All I can say is that I'm glad I work in a law firm.
So, when our dishwasher finally gave up the ghost last week, it was with rejoicing that we pulled the plug (water hose, that is) and kicked it to the proverbial (and literal) curb.
On the upside, we decided what a perfect time to upgrade to stainless steel appliances. On the downside, we can only afford to buy one appliance at a time. So, until we can replace the refrigerator, and then the oven and microwave, our kitchen will look a little . . . well, stupid.
But, at least the wicked dishwasher is dead. Party at my house!