Home sick this afternoon with the 'flu that's going around, so I've been attending to some neglected domestic chores to pass time.
Forgot to run the dishwasher last night and it's getting on for dinnertime. Load it up, start it, walk away for half an hour or so.
I'm sitting in front of the computer when the new cat comes in meowing like mad. I get up and he darts off, still meowing and looking back to see if I'm behind him.
Follow him to the kitchen: it's under about 6" of detergent foam with more seeping out from under the seal at the bottom of the door. Kill the dishwasher, grab a mop and towels and start bailing.
Open the dishwasher: the entire inside is full of detergent foam. All of it. Packed solid.
Pick up the box containing the dishwasher detergent gelpacks: they're supposed to be half-powder, half-liquid. All but three of them contain nothing but liquid.
I think I once saw a scene like this in a WC Fields film involving a washing machine.
Still bailing. F***.
Forgot to run the dishwasher last night and it's getting on for dinnertime. Load it up, start it, walk away for half an hour or so.
I'm sitting in front of the computer when the new cat comes in meowing like mad. I get up and he darts off, still meowing and looking back to see if I'm behind him.
Follow him to the kitchen: it's under about 6" of detergent foam with more seeping out from under the seal at the bottom of the door. Kill the dishwasher, grab a mop and towels and start bailing.
Open the dishwasher: the entire inside is full of detergent foam. All of it. Packed solid.
Pick up the box containing the dishwasher detergent gelpacks: they're supposed to be half-powder, half-liquid. All but three of them contain nothing but liquid.
I think I once saw a scene like this in a WC Fields film involving a washing machine.
Still bailing. F***.
