The Dishwasher

We had to replace our dishwasher - for the fourth time. One might learn to stop buying the "Stingy Persons Special" but we're now on a serious budget, so we bought another peice of crap. Mr. Infinity spent the entire evening assembling the new p.o.c. and wound up back at the store to buy the missing parts that it should have come with. Watch for my pictures of mold when it begins to leak in future blog posts.

Around 11:00 pm, he wondered aloud, "What should I do with the old one?"

hmmmm.....

So finally, moments ago, I saw him trying to move the old one and I offered my assistance by backing up the dolly to the dishwasher. He scoffed at the offer and said, "I can carry it."

"Oooh," I said. "So manly! Carrying out this heay dishwasher!!"

I opened the front door for him and suddenly realized he was not going much further.

"Oh my god. If you put this on my front porch, I'll kick yer ass!" I said lovingly.

He replied, "I'm nawwwt putting it on the front porch..."

And as he hurled it into the yard, my son was alerted. He came running down the stairs...

"Heyyyy...is that the old dishwasher???"

Before I could process all that was happening, I may have said "OH NOOOO...Come on...at least put it in the trashy neighbors yard, where it belongs..."

But before anyone could realize the twelve year old boy's interpretation of the process of events, I heard him say "Awww...I want it in MY room!"

And I ask you, WHYYYYYY????