I'm not going to bore you with all of the particulars (and believe me, I tried to write THAT post and it was 500 words before I got CLOSE to a point) so here's the short version of how I ended up with no dishwasher on Saturday:
The dishwasher in this house has black and slimy crud inside of it and it's gross. Blech.
I bought a new dishwasher two weeks ago. I got it on crazy sale. It was a great day.
I spent the next two weeks waiting for it to ship, since it was a special order.
It arrived last Wednesday, but couldn't be delivered until a week later. I was too antsy. I could not possibly wait ANOTHER week for my beloved dishwasher.
I finagled a plan. My grandfather has a truck so I asked him to lend us a vehicle. Chris took out our OLD dishwasher, put it in the truck and took it to Lowe's to be recycled/disposed of.
He picked up the new dishwasher and brought it home. Was feeling quite clever at this point.
We opened the box and it was crumpled and smashed and totally inoperable. I stifled a cry of despair.
We called Lowe's. They have to special order it again. It's going to be another 2-3 weeks.
In the meantime we have no dishwasher because we (stupidly) gave up our old one before ensuring the new one worked.
But, really, WHO EXPECTED IT TO BE ALL CRUMPLED AND SMASHED UP IN THE BOX? It was like someone had put something very heavy on the back and it went smush. It even broke out of the wood frame on the bottom of the box. The door only opens halfway and the racks are crooked. It's a pile of junk.
Claire seemed to enjoy the box though.
So, that's how we came to be A Family Without A Dishwasher. This hole in my kitchen is nice, right?
What's annoying is that I'm not sure exactly how long we'll have to deal with this. We're on Day 3 and I can say without hesitation that this totally sucks in the most snobby, modern, first-world way possible and I NEED A DISHWASHER. I'm just one of those uppity people.