2 years ago Staci and I moved from
here to
here. I remember celebrating with Staci that we would no longer need to do dishes by hand since our new house had a dishwasher that worked (or we assumed). The dishwasher at the apartment did not work, which was annoying, but I never bothered to have someone take a look at it, since we only lived there for a couple months.
Imagine our surprise when the dishwasher did not work here at our house. We assumed it would be more expensive or too much of a hassle than just hand washing the dishes on a time by time basis. We basically put up with not using the machine for anything more than a drying rack and storage space. Staci and I hated doing the dishes, and it often lead to "intense" conversations about who would do the dishes and when. We would just use all of our plates and bowls until we had none, then contemplate eating out every night. I got to the point where I wanted to go buy new plates instead of wash the old set.
I finally broke down and decided to take the thing apart and see if I can fix it. I was able to find what I thought might be the problem and gave it my best shot at restoration.
Now, the dishes get done about every other day. They come out of the washer nearly spotless. With just 40 or so minutes if rumbling and whirling they are like new! No more pruned hands. No more civilized discussions about who's turn it is. Just peace and tranquility. And a happy Mr. and Mrs. Fix It.
