Bad appliance karma

And you thought you were done reading about my domestic difficulties.

I couldn't believe this happened, and spent quite a few minutes trying to wish it away. Of course that didn't work; if it had, then Bush would have vanished into thin air years and years ago. After all of Saturday's tribulations of the washer - cleaning up the flood, wringing out soaking wet clothes by hand, spending way more than I'd planned for the new washer (which I'm still lookinjg forward to, it's really nice), and having to spend Saturday evening in a laundromat listening to Poker Scum talk incessantly while I was trying to study, I thought that my appliance issues had been settled. I got up early on Sunday and finished my homework, and then I had a very pleasant afternoon visiting with a friend who came by for coffee. Later that evening I heated up some homemade spaghetti (damn, I can cook!) and after dinner I started to pop the dishes into the dishwasher. That's when the dishwasher committed suicide in a fairly spectacular manner - when I opened the door there was a loud POP and SPARKS FLEW OUT OF THE DAMNED THING!!! I didn't know dishwashers could shoot sparks. They went everywhere, I thought my pants were going to catch fire. I think the whole thing shorted out. Then the smell of scorched wiring began to permeate the kitchen. I quit worrying about my pants and started worrying about the whole house catching fire instead. Fortunately the smell and slight bit of smoke cleared and there was no more trouble. Of course there was also no more life to the dishwasher.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered to bid farewell to the GE Adora II dishwasher, predeceased by its warranty six months ago. Of course.

So now Hubby and I must buy a new dishwasher. That's pretty much going to take care of the rest of our tax rebate. D'oh!

What makes this really bad is, this whole thing may be my fault because I made a smart-assed joke when I saw Hubby off to work on Sunday afternoon. I smiled and told him "I'll do my very best not to kill another major appliance today." I should have known better. I really should have known better. Late last night before I went to bed (Hubby wasn't home from work yet and I had an early meeting today) I wrote him a note warning him not to do anything with the dishwasher and telling him what happened. When he got home he woke me to let me know he was home safe (that's our routine, always has been) and was laughing over my note. Thank heaven Hubby's got a good sense of humor about things that can't be controlled. Even when they involve the untimely and fairly spectacular deaths of two major appliances in two days.

"I don't pretend to be an ordinary housewife." - Elizabeth Taylor

Later,
AuntieM, domestic disaster