“You can put lipstick and earrings on a hog and call it Monique, but it’s still a pig.”
~Ann Richards, former governor of Texas and wise woman
HERE IS A TALE TOLD WITH A SINKFUL OF DIRTY DISHES…
About two years ago our dishwasher started leaking water and making odd sounds as it attempted to clean our dishes.
I was sad because even though I didn’t grow up with a dishwasher in the house, unless you consider me to have been the dishwasher, as a homeowner I have come to like dishwashers.
Dandy machines. When they work.
Being us, we ignored the dishwasher and rarely used it. But last year when a plumber was here for a different reason, we had him replace the leaky hose under the machine and the dripping stopped.
However, the noise within the dishwasher continued, and even got louder as the days went on. So we stopped using the dishwasher entirely and resorted to *gasp* washing dishes by hand.
[Oh the inhumanity of it all!]
Fast forward to last week when the appliance repair guy came to the house to fix the recently broken clothes dryer– and to take a look at our sad, almost useless, dishwasher while he was here.
Whereupon, after taking the dishwasher apart to the tune of $99.00, he found an earring in the dishwasher that had caused the motor to stop motoring smoothly– and subsequently ruined the motor.
Not so dandy.
As you, gentle readers, can readily understand from the above quote, I’ve now taken to calling the sad, officially broken, dishwasher: Monique.
She still looks good, and matches all the other appliances in our kitchen, which makes me happy because for the first time in my life our kitchen, remodeled seven years ago, has had the same brand and style of appliances in it.
But Monique is a useless trophy appliance now. So, with a heavy heart, but a practical mind, we’re going to buy a new dishwasher.
Which I shall love, regardless of how she looks. And promise that I will, to the best of my ability, keep earrings away from her.
Meaning the only question left is: what shall we name her?