Catapulted into the 1950's

It's almost too much to bear. For four years we lived in a teeny-tiny apartment, an apartment so small that nomadic Mongolian villagers, a people who have their entire extended family living in a single room tent, might visit our home and exclaim "how on Earth do you do it?". Needless to say there were no laundry facilities, dishwasher or any fancy-shmancy appliances to speak of really. I felt it was a luxury to have a gas stove and wall heater. I'm not exaggerating when I say that our bathroom doubled as a laundry room, with rinsed out undies and socks hanging from any available surface, and watch out in the bath tub: laundry detergent is really slippery on ceramic!
Now, that's all changed. Right now, at this very moment while I'm typing this I have a load of dishes drying in my brand new dishwasher, a load of laundry cycling in the washer, I'm drinking a glass of ice water from our ice-making/water dispensing freezer. The central heater just kicked on (it's a little chilly today). Later, after I make dinner (meat from Swingle's and roasted veggies) I'll rinse the crap left over on the plates into my new garbage disposal while H-man utilizes one of our two bathrooms. It's a 1950's housewife's dream come true.
Ha! She doesn't have a dishwasher, keep smiling lady, maybe your luck will change.


My favorite appliance? It's a toss up between my washer/dryer and dishwasher. I get clean clothes whenever I want and I haven't had to hand wash a dish since I moved in. I freaking love it. Maybe I've been watching too much Dick Van Dyke, maybe I'm nesting, I don't care, I have Ice Water.