For all the self-professed appliance whores in our audience, here is a picture of our new dishwasher.
Isn't it great? I'm sooo glad we sprung for the stainless steel. I just love the way it reflects the light from the inside of the cardboard box.
Yeah. So of all the home improvement projects we've taken on since moving -- electrical panels! hardwood floors! windows! identifying the 17 various shades of yellowish-beige paint in various finishes! -- I really didn't think a new goddamn DISHWASHER was going to be the most angst-ridden or the one that would set off a chain reaction of other issues and expenses and OH HAI, IM IN UR BASEMENT, LEEKING RUSTY WATUR ALL TEH FUCK OVER.
*bloody headless neck stump explodes*
I don't even know. It's a valve thing. Apparently, in addition to fancying himself some kind of an electrician who installed all the light switches in the house backwards and upside down, and who hooked the ceiling fan up to a switch in the freaking attic, the previous owner also did his own plumbing. Using parts he found in the street. And gum.
Anyway, I am kind of...dealing with this today, which in MY WORLD means hiring a professional. And then hovering nearby while wringing my hands helplessly. And then throwing a shitload of towels at the problem.
(Video of Noah's "singing" will hopefully be ready tomorrow. My head needs about 24 hours or so to regenerate.)