This morning, while in the midst of a minor meltdown over my overflowing sink, I sat down at the kitchen table and on my iPhone posted a status update on both Facebook and Twitter.
It said ... "JKP Really wishes she had a dishwasher. And one with a name like Bosch or Kitchen Aid - not Priya or Janifer."
We don't have a dishwasher. I mean, we do... we have a maid. But we don't have a REAL mechanical device for cleaning dishes. Which means that our dishes are never TRULY clean. They are mostly clean. They look pseudo-clean to the naked eye. But they're not sprayed, washed, scalded, and sterilized for an hour in an electric piece of heaven to make me feel like my dishes are Cascade clean.
Never before have I received such immediate and hilarious responses to a posting. Which so-far includes 9 'likes', 16 'comments', and several 'LMFAO's. And mostly from friends who live overseas. Who are in the same boat. Their comments, ranging from commiserating about not having a dishwasher to missing having a garbage disposal, have ignited a thread that has lasted all day long!
And it's heartwarming. Because while misery really doesn't love company while washing dishes, it IS nice to know that I'm not the only one who ends her night as the poster child for Palmolive.
I just wish that the spots on my wineglasses hadn't become a part of every day life overseas.