Too Much Like Work?

The other day marked THE day our new kitchen appliances were ALL here and ready for install. INSTALL...such a small, silly, humble verb for what is better left unsaid! Garrett's Dad and Cousin show up to give us a hand (or do all the work). Who knew what a back breaking pain in the ass job it would be. Connecting hoses here and there, twisting wires to this and that, and Garrett's cousin Jay giving me a hard time over my insecurities about the electrical work, thus taking no responsibility for the the house enveloping in flames. lol KNOCK ON WOOD!!! You'd think they'd make dishwashers easier to install. It is too bad that the instructions did not instruct us on the proper way to remove your shoulder in order to lay flush on the floor. It would have made it a breeze to hard wire. Next comes the microwave. Turned out this was the easiest install of the night. Only one hang up! I kept hearing the drill buzzing and buzzing and Ralph saying,"that ain't good!" over and over. He is convinced that the screw is stripped in the wall and is not coming out. Then, I see 3 men trying to pry the bracket plate off the wall. Problem solved almost 10 minutes later when Garrett discovered his dad was not using the right sized bit and it was not even giving the screw a twirl! lol Now, the appliances are in and everyone heads to their cars. I remember thinking to myself that it would have been a good idea for them to have checked the dishwasher and make sure it worked, beyond the green light coming on. Well, as soon as Ralph drove off, I cranked it up and all I hear is a trickle. Now, this is either the quietest damn dishwasher that cleaned by osmosis or IT AIN'T WORKING! Nothing was getting wet even... Garrett called his dad and gave him the run down and with a quick suggestion that the hose was kinked and to give it slack from under the sink... WE HAD RUNNING WATER IN THE DISHWASHER! Hallelu-yer!

3 hours!!! Lesson for today little ones... Pay Lowes to install dishwashers and microwaves. Not relatives who I now feel like we owe our next born, a kidney, or a bottle of wine and quiche. I feel so bad for them. We made it out with just 1 casualty as seen in the picture at the top. Ralph surcame to the monster dishwasher. We shall inscribe on his footstone 'Death by Frigidaire'.


May the painting begin!!