Last night, after only 3 trips to the hardware store and a bare minimum of cursing, we installed our brand spankin' new dishwasher. Well ok, my husband installed the dishwasher. My main contribution was to stand next to him wearing rubber-soled shoes in case he was electrocuted and I had to kick him away from the wires. (I am very happy that he was not electrocuted, but maybe just a teensy bit sorry that I didn't get to kick him because as long as we have been together I'm sure he has done something that deserves a little kicking, I just can't think of anything right now.) I also read the instructions and told him what he was doing wrong. Needless to say, he was very grateful for my vital contributions to this project. To celebrate the new dishwasher, I did something that I have never once done in my entire life. I put dishes in the dishwasher without rinsing them first. This goes against everything I was ever taught as a child and may prove to be my next step on the path to hell, but I like to live on the edge.