The Dish Washing Blues

I wish I was feeling creative enough to write rhyming lyrics, but really this is just a post complaining about dishes.

There will be no photos with this post, because let's face it a post complaining about dishes is not inspired by a sparkling kitchen, but rather the opposite.  I'm afraid my kitchen lacks the lustre to share on cyber space at this point.  Maybe someday, but today is not that day.

I wish I had a dishwasher.  Someone or something other than me.  I had one in my old home.  It was wonderful!  I just hid the dishes away in it until it was ready to run, then it was almost like magic.  You put those white pucks in, turn on, watch TV and when your program or movie was over, they were washed and pretty much dried if you had a fabulous machine!

Oh how I miss those days!

The man who reno'ed our kitchen thought a pub height sink was a great idea.  Sure you don't have to bend down while washing dishes.  Nope, instead you have to reach over and into the sink...oh and you know that wet spot you get on your belly from leaning against the sink...let's just say that wet spot has become two spots and is in rather unflattering locations.

Our counter height doesn't accommodate a dishwasher and the layout of our kitchen also doesn't provide a location to store a dishwasher when not being used.  So I just have to suck it up and embrace my wet spots and scrub a dub dub...Maybe I should think about writing those lyrics to help pass the time while doing so.

Anyways off I go to work on the rest of my chores this fine morning.