I wonder where that phrase comes from. I've never known anyone to throw a wrench at anyone, so the origin of this is anyone's guess.
Regardless, I had some big plans for this summer and my house work. I wanted to put in a new, bigger, better patio. I wanted to really look at adding something to the front of the house.
But our dishwasher had other plans.
Our dishwasher quit. It's not really a surprise, it wasn't a great appliance, but it did the job, and the interior space was AWESOME. It fit everything. Including the puppy at one point when he crawled in as I was loading it. (No harm was done, he was just 'splorin and I was right there). But, alas, it doesn't love us anymore. So we did some research, a process I will spare you the details of, and picked out this baby.
I can't wait. Though I'm sad that monetarily I have to put off my dreams of a snazzy new patio, I am excited to not have to wash dishes by hand. Or rather, not make N wash dishes by hand.