Yesterday after spending many many hours (and a few days, it is a lot more complected with the farm stuff) doing our taxes Dave came upstairs to get ready for bed. He slipped off his jogging pants and had his running shorts on underneath. I was a little confused about this unusual layering so I asked. He said he was losing weight. I was still a little confused. So he explained. He was wearing his 'jogging' pants, his 'running' shorts, his 'ski' sweater, and his 'triathalon' shirt. He also mentioned getting a track suit, 'because it is a track suit not a lounge suit.' I hope it is a nice velor one. Wouldn't it be nice if losing weight was really that easy!
I finally got a new dishwasher last week. When we went in to order it they assured us that they were all standard size. Dave thought it looked close to our old one so we were good to go. Turns out is was close but a little bigger. It sticks out a bit more, which actually makes sweeping easier, but had some bolts it didn't fit around on one side. So Dave just cut them off. Yes that is sparks flying in my kitchen. At one point they got pretty big. The kids were worried dad was going to set the house on fire. I wasn't, I trust him totally to know what he was doing.
The kids were wondering why we got a blue one. We had to tell them several times it was just a protection coating.
Then of course they all wanted to help pull it off:)
I immensely enjoyed emptying my dishwasher that first time and feel as if my tiny kitchen has grown. I have my counter space back with no more dishes drying all the time.