Our lovely not-even-two-years-old Bosch dishwasher bit the dust last night. We will have it two years this-coming July. Rick has no idea what happened; it was running, then it stopped, the red floor light started blinking and it started clicking in sync with the blinking red light. We googled until we were blue in the face, trying to find a solution, but everything we tried failed. We pushed all kinds of buttons in all kinds of sequences. Pulled the circuit breaker several times, waited around, but nothing. I gave up and washed and dried the dishes last night
while Rick tried to figure out what happened. And we have no clue. We pulled the circuit breaker to the dishwasher until we can call down to Lowes to send somebody up....we have an extended five-year warranty on the thing because we don't do well with dishwashers! Rick doesn't want to mess with it too much to avoid voiding the warranty.
Those of you who remember the dishwasher fiasco two years ago will also remember that I do not wash dishes.
We need to get the dishwasher repaired. NOW. Preferably yesterday.
I had to wash the kids' breakfast dishes this morning. I don't have time for this, not in the morning. I am not amused.
Those of you who remember the dishwasher fiasco two years ago will also remember that I do not wash dishes.
I had to wash the kids' breakfast dishes this morning. I don't have time for this, not in the morning. I am not amused.