Soooo... I heard this noise the other day. I couldn't figure out what in the heck it was. The sound led me downstairs and low and behold, water was dripping from the ceiling. Joy.
It took a while and then finally a call to the plumber to figure out our dishwasher upstairs was leaking whenever it ran. Joy.
The plumber said since the dishwasher was 10 years old, it was probably better to replace it than try to have an appliance person fix it, if they could even find the parts to begin with. Joy.
Today, our new dishwasher was delivered. They took our old piece of *&@! with them, but left the bottom rack because someone had forgotten it was full of dirty dishes. Joy.
Well, Georgia found joy in that bottom rack. Once I unloaded, she decided it was her new walker.
Then she decided she was a dish and belonged in the dishwasher rack.
The rack, however, did not agree.