Cool chopstick tray in the dishwasher. OK, it's actually a cutlery tray. But perfect for washing chopsticks. And the dishwasher is so quiet that I don't even notice it's on. The old dishwasher I could hear from the pool. But I'd miss the old dishwasher- especially the undocumented "feature" whereby it blows warm moist air into the crotch area when you stand in front of it while chopping vegatables.
Bringing back the contents of my kitchen. All of this fit into my little car in one trip. I have amazing car packing skills.
I spent the entire morning scraping every square inch of the counter top with a razor blade, then polishing it with microfiber cloths. So I'm craving calories with all the anal retentive effort expended. Two Double Doubles. (Quadruple Quadruples?) Fries well done. Chocolate milk shake.
And I mounted the bathroom cabinet. I nearly broke both the cabinet and the wall with my overpowered power drill. But it's such a manly power tool. I can handle it.
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chopsticks fall through the cutlery tray
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