that there's a For Sale sign on the front lawn. It doesn't know, and it doesn't care. It broke anyway, and there's standing water in it, and now I have nowhere to hide our clean underpants, because that's where Peggy said to hide the laundry. There or the freezer. And Jeff is working nine thousand hours a day, and when he gets home I have heavy things for him to move and I'm not going to ask him to get involved with the stupid fucking thousand dollar Bosch dishwasher that SUCKS SUCKS SUCKS. So I'm not cooking at all anymore. We're eating takeout on paper plates until this house is sold.
1). Take a deep breath... 2). Take a deep glass of wine.... 3). Call Jo sometime after 11 AM Mountain time. Jo will pester Allen to see if we can figure the dishwasher out long distance. If not, repeat steps 1 and 2 every evening, as needed...
Truly, you DO have our sympathy... This too, shall pass, but until then, it feels like hell!
Posted by: jo | May 29, 2008 at 09:18 PM
This made me laugh out loud. Be thankful it wasn't your boiler; ours went on us the winter before we put the house on the market. $5,000 later, we sold the house. Does that help? :)
Posted by: Steve | May 30, 2008 at 06:56 PM
Yes, actually! And it helped when Peggy told me that when she sold her house 25 years ago, her son left the hose on in the basement and she had a foot of standing water. Apparently something always happens as soon as you hang that For Sale sign!
Posted by: Jill | May 30, 2008 at 09:21 PM