I have complained about my dishwasher since we moved in. Every day I run the dishwasher about two or three times a day and still have dishes left in the sink at the end of the day. Sometimes I complain so much that my husband brings home paper dishes so I don't have to wash anymore. He said I can't buy a new dishwasher until the one we have breaks. Well, it broke. It's less than three months old and still under warranty so I have to call the repair man instead of chunkin it. The thing is the repair man can't come until Thursday of next week. I know how to fix it, it's an easy fix, but it requires a tool only a repair man has to remove a part that is in the way and if I do it myself it will void the warranty of the darn thing. So now I wait, and wash by hand. This is what I woke up to this morning.
This is just the dishes from dinner.
This is one days worth of dishes at my house.
They overflow the dish drainer on to the counter down to the dishwasher racks and then over to the other counter. I have to say I won't be complaining about the dishwasher anymore but I may complain about the company who makes a dishwasher that requires a repair man to make a 30 second repair. I am glad that it is spring break because I can wash dishes for at least an hour before any of the kids wake up.
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Holy cow. I am so glad that Greg does our dishes - and there are only four of us!
Yeah, well, there are a lot of us and I wish my husband did dishes, but I would probably yell at him for not doing it right.
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