Mama Needs a New Pair of Shoes

Well, not shoes.

It's time for a dishwasher, people. After two years of doing all of my dishes by hand, I've had it. My chapped, red, dry, cracking hands have had it.

I know:

- I should wear rubber gloves.

My reason: I can't feel if the plate is clean when I wear gloves, and end up with slippery dried dishes that need to be re-washed. If there's anything worse than doing dishes, it's doing dishes twice. Ugh.

- I should be using lotion.

My reason: I actually use lotion regularly, and not the cheap stuff, either. I've also tried baby oil and bacon fat with no lasting solution. I'm only partially kidding about the bacon fat.

- I should use paper plates and plastic cups, forks, knives and spoons.

My reason: I agree. But that's not good for the environment or my grocery budget.


So, what's a foodie to do, besides hire a housekeeper?

Well, I've gone and done it. I ordered a dishwasher. It's a middle-of-the-road model that will begin its life in Mrs.W's Kitchen as a portable roll-up-to-the-sink-hook-to-the-faucet monstrocity until some future date when Mr.W and I are ready to re-do the cabinetry and hook it up permanently. Thank you, Lord, for that sweet day to come. But until then, it will roll around the kitchen.

And hopefully destroy the tile so I can have a new floor.

Who said that?

And I cringe to announce that I've charged it. Frugal friends, don't hate. Don't hate. It had to be done.

Happily, however, I talked them down to match a competitor's advertised online-only price. So that's good. Right? Right?

And, well, to subsidize my folly and fund my dishwasher I've decided to try AdSense ads here on this blog. I'm new to that and I hope it won't be completely ugly and annoying to all y'all, my wonderful, sweet readers. Because I don't want to annoy you with that.

So this is a heads-up to you for the ads to come in the near future. We'll try this together. You and me, baby.

And that sweet, sweet dishwasher with sanitary rinse and hard-food disposer.

*Sigh*