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
Yelling at inanimate objects is a favorite pastime and somewhat of a necessity around here. Especially when the husband, or the girls, is being an asshat. I am SOOOOO totally with you on this one!
ReplyDeleteAsshat! I love it!
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