Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Domestic Appliance Abuse

The dishwasher no longer works unless I pound it and whack it. A good slam with the fat part of my fist to get it going....a pair of well-delivered smacks---POW!--right in the kisser!-- when it lags after that. I have to stay close for two hours, listening to it swish and crank to the next cycle. My attention lapses...I forget to keep listening....then all of a sudden I realize there is a lingering quietude that should not be. It has stopped again, and I have to get up and kick it around some more. Blam! Blam! Blam!

I won't tell the dishwasher repairman about this, of course, as it could compromise the warranty.

My dishwasher and me in happier times....back when it was a summery shade of avocado green and I wore pantsuits.


  1. Lazy dishwasher! Who could forget your pantsuits? ;P

  2. kinda of eerie how much this young woman looks like you! now about that backsplash...

  3. That backslpash is divine! Julie, I need your mom to sew me one of these.

  4. Yeah, you need pantsuits! I can't believe your dishwasher woes...it totally deserves it!