Someone told me, and I think it was Paul, that once i moved in and had a dishwasher and I would never use it. Well sweetie let me tell ya, today i used it for the first time after having a week of dirty dishes nicely hidden away inside of it and it was like going to 6 flags.

Really in my old place those dishes would have sat on the counter like an old fraternity movie for weeks, but now not only do i have little people living in a box that clean them for me, they are out of site and out of mind. That is until I run out of forks. And the little people in there are almost silent doing so. I think i have a new love. Fred, Welcome to my life!