See all those dishes on the counter? They should be in the dishwasher underneath the counter. But the dishwasher, a lovely Whirlpool we’ve had for just over a year, has apparently decided that it needs a rest, because it quit running, right in the middle of the rinse cycle.
Since its installation a little more than a year ago, we’ve been very happy to have it. It’s been quiet, and it does its job well. There was a rough patch prior to its installation, but that had more to do with the inability of our friends at Lowe’s to A) order the correct side panel and then B) inform us that the correct side panel had arrived. For, um, nearly six weeks.
But once it was in place just barely over a year ago, it’s been great. Until now.
You may have noticed that I’ve emphasized the length of time we’ve had our wonderful dishwasher; that’s because when the repair guy arrives tomorrow, we’ll be paying to have our just-slightly-older-than-a-year-old dishwasher fixed, because it’s out of fucking warranty.
I love being a homeowner. Seriously, I do. But I am going to be steaming when I write that check tomorrow morning. The only thing that will make me feel better is if our dishwasher is steaming again too.