Ever since I got a dishwasher, I’ve been looking for one of those magnets that you can stick on it that says “Clean” and “Dirty” and you just flip it over to remind yourself what condition the dishes are in. You might think I could remember something as simple as clean or dirty, but let’s face it, I’m only getting worse.
Yesterday I went to Omaha with Lauren to pick Lloyd up from the airport. After getting him, we stopped at The Gadgeteer, a super-cool store that has the weirdest and coolest stuff ever. I was expecting to buy a strange German toy or a pen that writes underwater.
Instead, I got this:
I just saw one the other day, and I thought I would never get much out of it, because I would forget to flip it. Please let us know how that goes!
I just leave food stuck to the dishes. That’s how I know. I don’t rinse before I put them in the dishwasher… Trust your appliance, man. It will get them clean without rinsing.
I see that it rotates. It would be cruel to give it a roulette-type spin every so often to see what comes up. “Clean? Dirty? Let the magnet decide!”
A “Dirty/Clean” tile dishwasher magnet was the very first thing my not-even-fiance’-at-the-time Thurman ever bought me while we were in one of the State Fair buildings, late summer of 1988. Altogether now: “Awwwwwwwwww!”
Deanne has a point, though: unless you remember to flip it (get yourself a system up front!), it’s just so much “chatchky” stuck onto your appliance. ‘Course, yours does look aesthetically pleasing…well, congratulations on meeting one of those life goals, at least. What’s left now – Mt. Everest?
Speaking of shopping … pray for me today Bradaptation fans. I’m taking Casey on a shopping spree for her 13th birthday AND getting her a surprise manicure. This is TOTALLY not my thing!
God Bless You! Get yourself a massage at the same time and forget she’s even there!
We bought a magnet once and could find NO METAL on our dishwasher to adhere it to! All plastic! Reminds me of getting the magnetic key holder for our 1988 Taurus and had to put it on the gas tank, again, no metal anywhere except the Ford logo on the steering wheel, go figure!
Hey Brad—Any luck with the ground beef thing? Or did you forget … what? I don’t know …. third base …
Wha ‘choo talkin’ ’bout, Peggy?
it’s just my streams of consciousness … Brad should be familiar with my brain’s rapid fire of random thoughts … I can’t stop or control them … although I could have erased them, I decided not to
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