Dishwasher that is. Sunday afternoon Vince took out the old dishwasher, and probably not a minute too soon, and put in the new one.
I get pretty nervous when he starts working on things in the house . . especially on Sunday afternoon when there’s probably not much we could do if we had a serious problem. He assured me this was a piece o’ cake and nothing could go wrong. The old one is out. Nothing went wrong!
Hmm . . I kinda like this spot. I could maybe put a chair here and use it for a little desk! Or, maybe put in another set of drawers. Do I really need a dishwasher? YES! I DO!! 
Please don’t dent it. Please don’t scratch it. Please don’t bang up the cabinets getting it in. This is the point where Vince said “Go downstairs and keep Speck company! Please go away!”
Gotta love it when the husband takes the time to read the directions. Only because he couldn’t figure out where to hook up the drain tube. The little thing that is supposed to hang down was kinda tucked up out of the way and it was hard to find. But, he found it!
Ahhh . . it’s in. It’s hooked up. It works. It doesn’t leak. It’s so quiet you can’t even tell when it’s running . . that’s why those three lights are on the front.
Look inside! (Told you it doesn’t take much to excite me, does it?) Don’t you think it should do more than just wash dishes? I can hardly wait to put some really gunked up dish in the back where those big red jets are that are supposed to clean even the messiest of messes. If the SmartWash® is everything it’s supposed to be, I’m going to love that feature. No doubt this one is more energy efficient than was the older one.
The old dishwasher I think was the first one that had these little tops over the silverware section. I kept them open but I read the book with the new one and if you close the little lid and stick the silverware handles down through the holes, the silverware doesn’t get all mushed together and gets cleaner. Who would have known?
I’m very happy with my new dishwasher but probably should have waited a few days before telling Vince that I’d like to replace the kitchen sink. That didn’t go over so well but . . we’ll mention that again in a few days or . . a few months.
