Dish Dilemma

Last week, it appeared that there was something amiss with the dishwasher. I thought it needed more of that blue quick dry stuff, because every time I did dishes, there was residue all over everything. In reality, the timer on the dishwasher was broken. What was happening, was that the dishwasher wasn't getting the message from the timer to move to the next cycle, because the timer wasn't doing its job. Bad timer.

However, it took a little while for me to catch on, because on Tuesday night, I turned on the dishwasher and went to bed. Aaron noticed it was just running and running and turned it off. Then I got up on Wednesday, noticed everything was dirty, cursed, and turned it on again and left for work. Aaron got out of the bathroom after I left for work, and turned the dishwasher off. This charade ended on Wednesday evening, when he told me the timer was broken.

I was crushed, because the dishwasher is one of my little pleasures in life. I hate doing dishes because I am OCD and dishes make water spots on the aluminum sink and leave water drops all over the chrome faucet, which drives me to drink. Not to mention the serious case of dishpan hands that I developed over the weekend. Where's Madge when you need her? (Not that Madge - this Madge!)

Aaron came to the rescue, though, and figured out what part we needed, ordered it and then installed it tonight! And it works! Happy Day!

We threw the old timer in the trash and did a happy dance!