You don't know what you've got until it's gone.
This holds true for love, a good job and even a crummy built-in dishwasher. Oh, dishwasher! Why did you forsake us in our time of need? Haven't you seen our checkbook? How our bills pile up not far from you, on the edge of the kitchen counter? And yet, you decided to die on us. Didn't you love us? Did we not wipe your exterior down with a damp, somewhat moldy rag that had the faint scent of baby formula mixed with pancake syrup? Did we not fill that little dispenser with Jet Dry® whenever we remembered to? Didn't we usually use pemium dishwasher soap to make your job easier? Why, dishwasher, oh dishwasher!
I made the mistake of telling the Petite Filet that, "Dishwashers are a luxury item. We can do without it!" She stated her case otherwise, and I said something along the lines of, "I'll do all the dishes, then."
How long did that plan last, dear hearts? Not even one night. I'm ready to charge up our Home Depot card (paid off until now) and move on with life. I must have hit my head on something, because for a split second the idea of ripping out the original base cabinet, replacing it, the backsplash and the sink seemed really like a good idea. Why not? Our galley-style kitchen opens to the living room, so it should look fresh and sturdy (not like a vintage-1960s country-kitchen nightmare).
Then my senses returned. Instead, we'll go with a dishwasher that is as efficient, reliable, hard-scrubbing, quiet and pretty as possible. Any suggestions?
The worst has to be that when any appliance like this dies, it's when you've loaded it with dirty dishes (or laundry, etc.). Not only do we have daily dishes to keep up with, we've got to empty the thing so it can be replaced.
On a related note, the Petite Filet is doing a modified South Beach Diet in order to jumpstart her post-baby weight loss. I'm not sure why she gave me the double-stink-eyes when I settled down into my chair with a hot, steaming bowl of mashed potatoes, followed by a side of bread and an apple. I'm so supportive.
I'm sorry to hear about your beloved dishwasher! It's true- I didn't have one at my old place, and now that I do, I depend on that sucker!
The title of this post made me laugh. Some of my mom's friend's call her Madge, and I asked her the other day what it's from and she mentioned this commercial! :)
Dishwasher a "luxury item"? HAHAHAHA!
When I was in grad school, we had no dishwasher (nobody did in that town -- it was rare, anyway), and I guess we got used to hand-washing everything fairly easily, but now? Hells no. No way I could live without it. And there's only just the two of us -- I dunno how a family of four would get by.
Silly!
I did a snort with double stink eyes. I say stink eye all the time...double stink eye is just double fun to say...I'm going to steal it.
Mmmmm...mashed potatoes. I ate GLOP for dinner. It stands for Get Lots Of Protein. You prolly don't want to know what is in it or you would give me the double stink eyes. My hubby ate an entire pizza and some ice cream. We always eat totally different dinners and somehow we make it work. Good luck to PF! She is a doll and would look great no matter what!
Good call on the dishwasher...that is something you simply cannot go without!
Hey, my dishwasher just broke a few weeks ago too. These new ones hum.
My dishwasher is in such poor shape that when I run it, I have to pour a bucket of water into it before switching the dial to "on." Yep, it can't even fill on its own!