Murphy's Law of Homeownership....

My dishwasher died on Saturday. It just quit for no apparent reason. In the middle of a cycle, no less. Chris checked the breaker, thinking that it must have just tripped the fuse. Nope, that wasn't it. So after several minutes of futile button pushing on the dishwasher itself, - I guess we both figured if we just pushed the start button 100 times, it would miraculously start working again - Chris resigned himself to the fact that he would have to pull it out from the wall. Usually this is a fairly simple procedure, but not in this case. First, we had to empty the dishwasher of all of it's half-cleaned dishes (and I don't run the dishwasher half full, either!), then we realized that since it quit mid-cycle, it was full of water. So that meant a bowl, a turkey baster and a small cup to slowly, very slowly, scoop out the water so it wouldn't end up all over the floor. Unlike when we replaced the water heater, but that's a story for another day....

So that was done and it was ready to come out. Now, those of you who are familiar with our house, you know that we tiled the kitchen/dining room floor when we moved in. Well, we thought that we had been smart and raised up the dishwasher to be level with the new floor. We did raise it up, but apparently not enough. It was stuck. Which meant that Chris had to break the two tiles in front of the dishwasher and remove them so that we could get it out.

So we finally got the dishwasher out. Chris looked at it and after about 30 minutes of tinkering with it and looking under panels and other mysterious man-things, he pronounced it dead. How he knows this, I don't know, but I know better than to question him about mechanical things. If he says it's dead, than it's dead. So my dishwasher is dead, and I have about 3 loads worth of dishes to do by hand now. Not exactly my favorite chore, but....oh well.

So, with the rather untimely death of an appliance, it's off to Best Buy. The only good thing about it is that it's Memorial Day, so everything was on sale. After pondering the selection for a good half-hour (Chris is saying it's a dishwasher, for crying out loud. Men just don't understand the importance of these things), I finally decide on the perfect dishwasher. It's a beautiful stainless steel contraption with all kinds of different cycles and a timer and a silverware basket on the door (saving room on the bottom), and it's on sale for much less than it normally goes for. so I tell the cute salesboy (notice I said boy.... how old do you have to be to work at Best Buy?) and he checks on it. They are out of stock, but they can order it. Sigh....bottom line, I don't get my dishwasher until Saturday. That's a week of doing the dishes by hand. Bummer. Oh well, at least I'm getting a new dishwasher so I really shouldn't complain. And thank goodness that it happened while Chris was still here, and not after he left. I'm sure all kinds of other things will break once he leaves, but hopefully the dishwasher will soldier on....