Our dishwasher has a drying feature on it. Basically it blows hot air on the dishes so they dry inside.
Somehow it got switched off today. I opened the dishwasher door to find WET dishes that needed drying. I'd rather scrub every toilet of every bathroom on my street. With my bare hands.
Now normally I wouldn't fret. I'd close up that door and pretend I didn't see them. I'd wait until Pete got home and lovingly watch him grab a towel and get to work. It's why I married him: he loves putting dishes away.
But Pete's gone on a golf trip right now. I wonder if he'd consider coming home for this.
Nah, so I considered grabbing the rag myself until I realized: heyyyyy! Why don't I just run the dishwasher AGAIN. And turn on the drying feature! What a great idea!
Then I realized that would be just crazy.
So tonight before I go to bed I'm going to open the dishwasher door and let them air dry.
I'm nothing if not resourceful.