Perhaps you have seen our full-size portable floating around in the pictures of our house. (That is, pictures. floating around on the blog. Not the dishwasher. floating in our house.) I paid homage to it here.
Sadly, it died a mysterious and inconvenient death during our two year absence. Broken heart, probably. Or fried motherboard.
Either way, this makes the second dishwasher I've received for my birthday. It makes for a very happy birthday, let me tell you.
You know what else makes for a happy birthday? Kids. And friends. And Facebook. Definitely Facebook. Because there's nothing like birthday wishes from dozens of dear old friends to make you feel tops.
It started with some playtime...
At Chili's (one of the only places in town)...
And at a friend's house. This is me and Brad. We are playing a complicated, intricate game which was purchased for this very occasion. We are desperate enough to advance in the game that I don't even notice someone snapping this picture of my offensive belly.
We did not even win.
They did. (They are carefully plotting.)
And we came home to a room full of sleepy girls.
I mean, sleepING girls. Including our excellent babysitter.