This will be one of the strangest posts ever because I'm going to tell you that yesterday we were most thankful for flies. For some strange reason, our house was inundated with flies. Once everyone got home, we began killing flies. Twenty-five of those little beasts. The most important ones were in the laundry room. While Sam and Micah were killing them in there, they saw water running down the wall . . . from underneath the dishwasher. That would be the dishwasher that had not worked since May and was just repaired eight days prior.
As near as Sam can figure out, they put the wrong heating element in and it literally melted the bottom of our dishwasher allowing water to seep into our floors, our cupboards and down into the laundry room . . . where he and Micah were killing flies. Had we all gone to bed, it could have (and would have!) been a much greater disaster. So we're thankful for flies . . . Don't know where they came from. Don't know how they got into the house. Glad they're all dead now.
And so once again, the dishwasher saga resumes. This time a repairman is scheduled to come out on October 4 to verify that our dishwasher has melted and our floor is ruined. Once that happens, they should order a new dishwasher. With Covid and our bad luck, we're hoping that maybe, just maybe, we might have a dishwasher by Christmas.
Tonight at dinner, we determined a dishwasher was a first world problem and we could all take turns washing dishes. We're also going to buy some paper plates😁
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