I Am Woman, Hear Me Gag
When I was dying on the couch I had a really good view of the dishwasher. What I saw was disturbing… a leak!
As it happens, we had a contractor coming the next morning to finish up some work in the basement so I had him take a look. He felt it could be one of two things.
- The gasket, which if broken was a bitch of a repair and likely it will leak again so it would be best to get a new machine.
- It might be debris caught in the seal and all it needs is a good clean.
As appealing as getting a new dishwasher instead of cleaning it was, I decided to get out the paper towel.
I opened the dishwasher to my horror. I had shown a virtual stranger this?! It was so disgusting I was having trouble even approaching the task. I guess I load the dishes, Minime unloads them and they come clean so I never really looked at the seals closely. I am warning you, what I am about to show you WILL scar you for life. Especially if you are invited over for dinner at one point. I will be ok if you bring your own paper plates as long as you bring the meal too.
This was a job for more than just paper towel.
I got the Q-Tips, the vinegar and water and a scrubby sponge and went to it. It took almost an hour to get from the first photo to the second. Then I gave one further wipe and got the third photo. Are you F’n kidding me! Another 15 minutes and I felt the dishwasher was presentable.
You know what?
It fucking worked!* The dishwasher no longer leaks. I am woman, hear me roar!
* Please don’t tell Mister that cleaning can solve easy household problems. I will never hear the end of it.