I’m in a whining mood today, and you’re my next victim. My
dishwasher died two weeks ago, while it was supposed to be cleaning dishes from
Sunday dinner. It quietly leaked hot water under the new laminate flooring,
which makes this a double tragedy. Since then we’ve had an appliance repairman
in (twice), and I suppose the dishwasher is finally fixed. But it can’t be
remounted until the floor is redone, so I can’t actually USE it. I’ve spent
more time on the phone trying to find someone who will let me pay them to fix
the floor than it took to install the floor in the first place. No takers. A
first-world problem, I know. For two weeks I’ve washed every dish in the sink
by hand. And the floor hurts as much to walk on as it does to look at. My
kitchen used to be my refuge. Now I need a refuge from my kitchen.
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