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Sunday, January 20, 2008

Welcome Daisy May

It is with extreme elation that we announce the arrival of our dishwasher, Daisy Mae. She weighs about 40 pounds and is 24" across. As you can see from her photo, she is beautiful. We look forward to many, many happy hours as a family- that is, the four of us, while Daisy Mae does the dishes.

Here is a look at her insides (not for the weak stomachs - it's almost sterile it's so clean.)

To say that this is a big deal would be an injustice. For any who have heard me go on about the dishes (I cringe to think how many people that includes), having a dishwasher was like my Holy Grail. We didn't think it was a possiblity due to the lack of space in our existing cabinet structure. One day it occured to me, while I was doing the dishes and cursing under my breath, that if we cut off the cabinet to the right of the sink we could fit it there since there was more than a foot of space between that cabinet and the wall. Sandi became involved with her engineers mind and constructed the adorable cupboard to the right of Daisy Mae so that she (meaning Daisy Mae, not Sandi) could be enclosed. We use it for Saran Wrap and aluminum foil. It's perfect! And still needs to be painted.

There was some complianing about the cost of the dishwasher and the related expense of new countertop and such but Trish summed it up nicely when she said, "It will be worth it to not have to hear Suzanne talk about how much time she spend doing the dishes!" And she is right. Now I spend my time bragging about how quickly I got the kitchen cleaned up. When we go to bed at night, Sandi says, "The maid is downstairs doing our dishes while we're up here sleeping." Now, if I could just get someone to fold the laundry...

1 comment:

Emilie said...

Dear Daisy,
you are such a joy to behold. Your family has been waiting to meet you for a very long time. You have been born into a very loving home, into a kitchen that (don't tell your moms) I didn't actually recognize without the pile of dishes atop your new resting spot. We're so glad to meet you.
Love,
Emilie (former dish-despair counselor)
p.s. whatever will we talk about now?

 
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