F*@kin Stupid Dishwasher!

Does anyone else ever get really mad at inanimate objects? And curse at them? Like when you are trying to load the dishwasher and it won't close or when a sippy cup smashes down your foot (those things are surprisingly lethal)? Okay, okay, I know, I am spoiled American who should not complain about a thing as such but I like to rant so I must.

Yes, I am blessed to have a dishwasher. I get it. And yes, there were many years when I did not have one so I should just thank my lucky kitchen stars and leave it at that. BUT I cannot stand it when the wheels on this old bastard (the dishwasher, not me) jam and then the door jams and I end up exasperated. I wind up calling it bad names like a co*ksucker. I really should address this with my shrink. But secretly, it's a little fun and gratifying, isn't it? To get mad at things that can't talk back?

Sending love from the 'burbs...

Gaby