Dishwashing Dreams

It's funny how the things that excite you change as you grow older (and fatter).  It used to be a new pair of shoes or the prospect of getting my hair highlighted would set me up for days.  Now, getting a new dishwasher has given me an unrivaled sense of euphoria.  For today, I don't mind doing the dishes (this will likely change tomorrow).  I'm including a picture so you can feel excited too.

At the rate I'm going, I wonder what will be thrilling next year, a pair of control top panty hose?  Cellulite firming lotion?  I'm depressing myself.  Maybe I should take myself to the mall and buy some of those leggings that all of the young kids are wearing.  I should have just kept my stirrup pants from 6th grade (especially since I'm exactly the same size).  

Tonight, (Saturday night) I'm going to sit down with a nice (cheap) glass of wine, wearing my new leggings and stare at my dishwasher.  You are welcome to join me, if you can appreciate the company of a good dishwasher and like seeing spandex being severely abused.