|This is my dishwasher by the way... in case you think I'm hugging the countertop...that would just be weird|
Holy Batcicles Batman! 12 degrees Celsius feels really really cold the day after having a humid ex of 29 degrees Celsius (I clarify Celsius for all you Yankees out there so you don't think I'm literally an icicle). What the heck is Mother Nature trying to do to me? Kill me? Or just keep me huddled under a blanket?
On a more positive note, I'm sure you'll all be thrilled to hear that my dishwasher and I have made up. It was a long, hard road, but we're finally back on the same page as to what our roles should be in this relationship. I dirty the dishes, and Mr. Dishwasher cleans them. That is that. There was a bit of a hiccup, when, after waiting what seemed like a bajillion years for the new parts to come in, they were found to be DEFECTIVE!!! Yes, you heard me right. I hand-washed dishes for over a month, listened to my sons whine and complain like rusty wheels when I made them wash the dishes, only to have the frustrated service guy have to tell me that the new parts don't work.
Seems about what I would expect by now. But, all is good. They sent new parts...that work...and they are now installed and I am happy again. Hallelujah!
We will, however, have to wait and see if they last more than a few months. That would be a wonder of technology to celebrate!