Sunday, August 31, 2008


It's a very sad day around our house...

After living through the Reagan, Bush, Clinton, & Bush Jr. years...
Our dishwasher died: 1986- 2008.
May she rest in peace.

She was 22. She washed my bottles during those last days. Daddy was 12 when she began doing dishes. Saturday, he took her out towards her final resting place (currently under the carport...) and worked very hard at resolving the pain in all of our hearts... now, instead of crying, Mommy is rejoicing!
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  1. Poor Caroline really feels the pain! Oh man so funny.

    And what may I ask automatically makes a dishwasher a GIRL? Totally not politically correct. :)

  2. So, in which of Kübler-Ross' five stages of grief do you guys find yourselves?:

    1) denial, 2) anger, 3) bargaining, 4) depression, or 5) acceptance

    Because you guys appear to be "moving on," here's my "professional" opinion (as a "death and dying" researcher -- pardon all the phrases in quotes... they denote my illegitimacy!): you're in the bargaining phase... "please, just let my dishes actually get clean!" Thus, the cure...? Enter a long stage of "depression," in which you and every member of your household spends two months in bed (ha, I know that'd be a relief for new parents!) and then, eventually (i.e., when you're getting a bit bored), say you've "accepted" the loss of the dishwasher. You can then smugly cite Kübler-Ross for why you needed a couple months in bed. (Hey, John and Yoko Lennon went to much further lengths for such ends; they required an entire war!) :-)