Dear Mr. Dishwasher,
I just got back to the couch from visiting you this afternoon. My marathon kitchen cleaning and organizing today would have been nothing without you and Mr. Garbage Can.
I can hear your faint whirring, rinsing off the filthy kitchen accoutrement that I’ve stuffed you full of.
You are so hard working.
You let me fill you up with all the dirty, grimy pots and pans I could squeeze in, so that I don’t have to stand at the sink for an hour, scrubbing and getting prune fingers.
You are so accepting.
And what do I get, besides an hour of my time back and soft hands? Clean dishes! You give me clean dishes in all your long-suffering ways.
You are so generous.
I couldn’t do it without you Dishwasher. You. Complete me.