While Tony and I were in town running errands, we got the most terrifying text parents can get outside of the three Bs (Blood, Barf, Burns): the dishwasher was spewing soap. Our daughter, home from college, had loaded the dishwasher and started it. Ten minutes later, she sent the picture below. Forget the groceries! I shrieked, tossing the bag over my shoulder and sprinting for the car. Go, go, go! Well, not really. But we didnt linger. And as we pulled out of the driveway, I gave serious thought to stomping my foot over his on the accelerator. In the movies thats always hilarious for some reason. (I restrained myself.) So we get back and Chris had done a great job cleaning up the suds and things looked deceptively quiet. I opened the dishwasher and suddenly the kitchen was a world of white. Just…bloommffff! Suds everywhere, boiling up out of the bowels of the dishwasher. I asked her to take me through her process. She produced the dishwasher soap, excellent. Then the Jet-Blue (which makes the dishes sparkle). Nothing wrong here, I pronounced, I guess Id better call the…we dont have any Jet-Blue. She showed me what she used; the picture is below. Note how its not just dish soap, its Active Suds dish soap. The advertisers did not lie. Good news: no plumber! Better news: let the teasing commence! Chris shall now only answer to Dawn. Can I legally change her name entirely against her will? Dawn? Im talking to you!
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 18:17:56 +0000
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