So, it’s a good thing this isn’t the smellernet, or you’d be knocked right off your keyboards.
We need a new dishwasher. We’ve actually needed one for quite some time. Some thingamajig has stopped processing the food remnants, and every so often it smells like something has crawled in there and died a slow, watery death. The very worst it smelled was the day we got back from Missouri – when Denis was visiting. I was mortified! Luckily they were over at Brent’s when we came home, so they didn’t witness my running all over the house trying to figure out where raw sewage was making its way inside. (Really – it’s that bad.)
I sent Brad a text to let him know that I knew it was awful.
The second worst it’s ever smelled would be now – right before Lloyd’s parents are coming for a visit. That is totally, totally awesome and not at all embarrassing.
I’ve tried everything – vinegar, alcohol, baking soda, straight bleach (which makes a lovely noxious gas cloud of its own), and short of taking it apart*, I think it’s just time for a new one.
*Ask Deborah about that.