Tuesday we discovered a simple but crucial part of our dishwasher is missing! Without that key component, our family is forced to return to the old fashioned means of washing dishes: making the women and children wash them by hand. (Wha? Me? But I’ll get dish wash hands!) The prospect of ordering a replacement part is irritating. The silverware basket was missing when we purchased this unit from a couple on craigslist. We expected to easily find a makeshift solution. We had no such luck and in the end were forced to fork over $30 for a replacement part.
Yesterday the microwave exploded `asploded as Elise tried to nuke a bag of popcorn for our guests. You might expect such an explosion would bury us in an avalanche of crispy kernels and bestow mutant powers upon us during the shower of rogue microwaves emitted during the explosion. The reality of the incident is much more mundane: smoke, a little flame and an unbearable stench.
Are these kitchen catastrophes somehow linked? Who might be behind such a nefarious plot? Stay tuned!