Modern Life is Awesome
Until this morning I regarded this new machine that somehow (and I’m still fuzzy on the details as to how it happened) found its way into the set of kitchen appliances as something utterly weird and suspicious.
Why do we have a dishwasher now? What’s a dishwasher good for? I mean washing dishes, okay, but isn’t that what the sink was for? Especially now that we have this awesome beautiful big ceramic sink? Why did we get a dishwasher? Seriously, why do we get an appliance that robs me of an opportunity to crank up my iPod loudspeakers and sing along to the music at the top of my lungs while I’m happily cleaning the dishes?
Sometimes it feels that I am the only person in the world who doesn’t hate doing the dishes. So I put off actually using this thing as long as I could without actually driving my husband crazy. I thought up a very clever circular logic specifically for this, so that when he said to use the dishwasher I would tell him that there wasn’t enough stuff in it to actually justify turning it on and when he tells me to then wait until it’s full I could say that then we would be more or less completely out of clean stuff to use. Perfect. I even got stuff back out of the dishwasher to clean in the sink once. Especially since the damn thing takes more than two hours for something that I can do in less than 30 minutes. While singing. Stupid thing can’t even sing.
However yesterday we had friends over for New Year’s and this morning I actually realized that there are situations when a dishwasher comes in handy. For example when you have a huge pile of dirty plates and basically all the cutlery you own was used the night before. And now I don’t really care that it still takes the dishwasher thrice as long to clean everything. Because I can write about it while it’s doing its job.