We're a clean people. Really.
Give me two Latte's in the span of one afternoon and I will be ready and prepared to clean your house and possibly reorganize your spice rack at 5 in the morning while doing a jaunty two step to anything by Nelly Furtado.
Even if I don't know what that girl is saying, I will make up my own lyrics and sing them, possibly throwing a few obscene gutteral sounds in there for flavour. I did, after all, grow up in the early 90's, where "Unnnnhhhhhh" was a perfectly acceptable chorus. Honestly, I don't care what hour of the night it is, there is always time to get Nelly Furtarded.
As some of you may know, our wonderful kitchen came equipped with a dishwasher which we've recently started using.
I have no idea how to use that dishwasher. One night, after staring at the mountain of dishes that had somehow accumulated in the span of 10 seconds we decided to load it all up and kind of ... forget about them. God forbid we find a usable spoon in this house for two days, but at least we could almost ignore that plate encrusted with dried guacamole.
Only, there are a wealth of buttons and options on that dishwasher, and a host of places to put soap. The first attempt to buy actual dishwasher soap had me skipping home with a vat of Jet Dry, which, while making our dishes sparkle, is unlikely to make them actually CLEAN.
I don't know about any of you, but I'm the kind of girl who enjoys eating just the one meal, rather than sampling the remnants of last Saturdays' Chicken Soopreese on my fork.
However, I am determined to work that dishwasher into submission. We've been rewashing at the sink after each load, because apparently we can't waste enough water in one night, and one of these days we're going to find the right option and the perfect balance of EconoWash and PURE WILL and those dishes will come out sparkling and yet, also, clean.
I won't speak for you guys, but I dream of the day I can pull a spoon out of that rack and just eat my goddamn yogurt without noting that.. yeah. That's turkey there. Delicious.
Even if I don't know what that girl is saying, I will make up my own lyrics and sing them, possibly throwing a few obscene gutteral sounds in there for flavour. I did, after all, grow up in the early 90's, where "Unnnnhhhhhh" was a perfectly acceptable chorus. Honestly, I don't care what hour of the night it is, there is always time to get Nelly Furtarded.
As some of you may know, our wonderful kitchen came equipped with a dishwasher which we've recently started using.
I have no idea how to use that dishwasher. One night, after staring at the mountain of dishes that had somehow accumulated in the span of 10 seconds we decided to load it all up and kind of ... forget about them. God forbid we find a usable spoon in this house for two days, but at least we could almost ignore that plate encrusted with dried guacamole.
Only, there are a wealth of buttons and options on that dishwasher, and a host of places to put soap. The first attempt to buy actual dishwasher soap had me skipping home with a vat of Jet Dry, which, while making our dishes sparkle, is unlikely to make them actually CLEAN.
I don't know about any of you, but I'm the kind of girl who enjoys eating just the one meal, rather than sampling the remnants of last Saturdays' Chicken Soopreese on my fork.
However, I am determined to work that dishwasher into submission. We've been rewashing at the sink after each load, because apparently we can't waste enough water in one night, and one of these days we're going to find the right option and the perfect balance of EconoWash and PURE WILL and those dishes will come out sparkling and yet, also, clean.
I won't speak for you guys, but I dream of the day I can pull a spoon out of that rack and just eat my goddamn yogurt without noting that.. yeah. That's turkey there. Delicious.
Our dishwasher, lovingly surrounded by a ravenous, flesh eating zombie.
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2 Comments:
The key to operating a dishwasher* is frequent, violent cursing and vivid descriptions of what will happen to it IF IT DOESN'T SHAPE UP.
*also a computer
damn.
see, i've done nothing and i'm all out of ideas.
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