One day I decided to wash my laundry. I'm pretty sure you can see where this is going. Per the instructions on the machine I filled the washer with water and soap before putting the clothes in. I got busy doing something else, and then from the living room I heard CLINK SMASH. First thought was "Huh?" Second thought was "FUCK!" as I ran into the kitchen and shut off the washer. I then spent the next two hours pulling broken china and glass out of the machine trying not to cut myself in the process. I managed to get every piece, drained the washer, and never used it again.
Later on I moved in with Rich. We had standoffs regarding the dishes. We didn't have a working dishwasher at the time, and once again everything needed to be washed in the sink. At least this time there was counter space. That didn't matter, as we'd go a week without doing any dishes and then pull forks out of the sink and wash them alone so we had something to eat with.
I had a brain storm. And this is what it was:
Yes. That is actually a kiddie pool full of Dawn and plastic storage containers. I left them in there to soak for hours, and then would carry them about three at a time into the kitchen to wash them in the sink. It was at this point that we realized the dishes would never get done in a timely manner unless we got a dishwasher. Luckily, some of my friends from my diabetic cat message board chipped in for a wedding present and we finally went to Sears and bought one.
So now the dishes are done at least every other day. I also make a fair attempt at washing the pots and pans from the night before every morning, but sometimes they stay in the sink until I need them to make dinner. One of my biggest thrills is seeing empty sinks, which is kind of sad when you think about it, but hey, at least I'm not a total redneck anymore.