I went to the workshop this morning, leaving Dearly Beloved to launder towels and sheets and to run the dishwasher.
The Big Kid, Wife, and The Flash went to the Renaissance Festival, where the Big Kid came in second in the archery contest. Those Welsh genes came in handy!
Dearly Beloved discovered that the dishwasher was pouring water all over the floor. He called for aid and assistance.
We need a new dishwasher.
I arrived home a little early from the workshop. That helped since the stuff that was in the dishwasher didn't get clean before the dishwasher pooped out on us. I washed dishes.
Baby Girl arrived and was swept into this latest Domestic Disaster.
She observed that this should be it for awhile. First the water heater flooded the hall, then the next door neighbors flooded the living room, and now the dishwasher flooded the kitchen. If things come in threes, we should have had our water problems resolved.
The kitchen floor is cleaner than I think it has ever been before. Apparently dishwasher detergent and extremely hot water is the secret. I have been scrubbing a grape juice stain for years with everything known to mankind including straight bleach. It's gone now.
The Big Kid family arrived triumphant and were fed dinner.
We have chopped and mixed and baked and chilled. All we have to do tomorrow is take care of the turkey.
And wash dishes.