Ohhhh no! A peaceful, laid back Sunday has turned into a mad frustrating evening for me. Both my dishwasher and work computer have died. Normally this is not such a big deal in terms of the dishwasher but of course the damn latch would break when it was full of dirty dishes and two days before my beloved outlaws show up. Mr. Jeopardy whom I married for his culinary skills has decided to make his famous bolognese sauce for their arrival Wednesday evening. While this is a delicious meal it entails him dirtying a scandalous 5,ooo dishes, pans and pots in the process. One guess as to who typically is on dish duty.....
The kitchen is only big enough for one person to work in at the hobbit house so I usually follow with dish duty afterwards. I was beside myself as the landlord said they would send out a repairman on Monday but there is a good chance our dishwasher will need to be replaced. I DID NOT want to take all the dishes out and do them by hand, that would be sooooo medieval. I was in the midst of bitching and moaning after my work computer crashed when my sweetheart took matters into his own hands. I would say he did it out of love but my gut said he just wanted some peace and quiet.
God bless his little heart! He pulled a move out of the Bill Crenshaw handbook. His father has a three car garage full of tools and whatnot but is more famous for his "duct tape" like fix its. If something is broke Jeff's Dad can fix it and occasionally his fix its are very creative. It may not be aesthetically pleasing, safe to building code or fireproof but it always works in a pinch. Mr. Jeopardy shoved a dining room chair against the dishwasher to keep the latch shut and then added our butcher block cart which has wheel brakes as an extra enforcement. Good news to all- the dishwasher is now running but the bad news is no one can move in the kitchen now due to furniture blocking the way. It looks like we will be BBQ'ing tonight!
Now if he could only fix my hardrive.......
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