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Friday
Sep182009

Dishwasher Dance

Delivery Day #3 came, then went. Without the delivery of my new dishwasher. 

Alas, I am no Dooce.

We still have the rotting corpse of the old machine, though I tamed the stench with half a box of Arm & Hammer Baking Soda. 

Moving on to last resorts, we attempted a dance to the dishwasher gods.

Behold!

 

Dishwasher Dance from Dana Damico on Vimeo.

 

Now, does anyone else think Tobias might be the one who broke the original machine? Did you see how he attacked the camera?

 

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