destined to a life of high end appliances.

uncle larry sat me down last night in the same way my mom did the day she bought me my first michael kors handbag.

"are you ready for this?  you know you can't ever go back now, right?"

except, instead of being made of quality leather and sturdy straps with just the right pockets and a perfect buckle, it's industrial and steel throughout. not to mention as quiet as a mouse with clean lines and no visible buttons.

i'm NOT ALLOWED to "wash" my dishes before washing my dishes.

yes, please!

i'll make you dinner if you want to come try out the dishwasher.  it's a treat.

and now:  props to uncle larry.  the handy, high end appliance distributor who happened to have one of these laying around... and drove it five hours to salt lake to remove my old one, do some hard wiring, install the new one, haul the old one away, and drive five hours back home. 

he is a super hero among men. kryptonite, what? 

and now here i sit... staring at my ugly black refrigerator.... whose freezer door fights with my pantry door every time i reach for a popsicle or frozen veggies.

i want a better one.

{and i think i'm done talking about appliances now.  resume standard snark and beauty product discussion.}