Anal

O.K. There are some things I am anal about, I know.

Dishes are one of them. I wash the dishes, then put them in the dishwasher. A spot on a glass can cause a major meltdown in the kitchen for me. I scrub, polish, and damn near sandblast everything.

Our plastic glasses are now somewhat cloudy.

What  really gets my goat, however, are the dials on the dishwasher. Why the hell isn’t there just an “on” switch ?  I have this dial that can rotate all over the place (how many of us really need ‘extra rinse cycle’ ?)  without really telling you if you have hit the right spot? 

Turning on your dishwashing machine is like dating a girl who fakes her orgasms. You just never know if you are doing it right or not.  In the end, the dishes are clean, but you walk away from the event feeling somewhat puzzled, and you have to go back and check to make sure it all worked out correctly.  Of course, this is easier with dishes than a woman.  They will slap you if you try to do an inspection.

We have a microwave that does not have settings below 1 minute. Yes, it is pretty, and looks good next to the other myriad kitchen appliances, but come on !  If you want to nuke something for 30 seconds, you have to hit the minute button and then sit and listen to the beeping.  I once forgot a burrito overnight, as I had gotten bored and wandered off someplace. I opened up the microwave door the next day to heat up another burrito. Yikes.

I fed it to the dog, and she had the runs, unfortunately in the stairwell.

I hope someone from the mainstream dishwasher corporations figures out that making washing dishes simpler would ease up on my worry load. Yes, I am running the washer right now, so I have to go check and make sure I got the dial in the right spot.