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Day Sixteen: An appliance

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Dishwasher:  I never fully appreciate my dishwasher until I'm stuck renting a place without one.  There is something that drives me crazy about a sink full of dirty dishes, followed by a counter covered with drying dishes.  I guess if the process all happened at once (dishes washed immediately after eating, followed by someone drying them and putting them back in the cupboard), I'd be okay without a dishwasher, but it never does.  There's something satisfying to me about "storing" my dirty dishes in the dishwasher until it's full and I can press the START button, and then "storing" my clean dishes in there until I can get around to unloading them.

Hair dryer:  My life wouldn't be complete without a hair dryer.  Seeing as I have naturally frizzy/curly hair, when I'm without a hair dryer (which I use to straighten my unkempt hair), I feel like a walking mop.  Plus, I don't always have the fortitude to wake up 3-4 hours before I need to be some where so that my hair can dry.  No joke, I actually check hotel websites to make sure they supply a hairdryer :-)

John - I am a fan of refrigerators.  They keep our food from spoiling, they make drinks cold and there is nothing better than cold milk or orange juice or pop.

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  1. Keri-LynnNovember 17, 2016 at 10:40 AM

    Glad to see you have the same dishwasher method I do! Now I'm not feeling quite so lazy about leaving them in until I need a dish or need the dishwasher again:)

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