Morning - July 23

My alarm goes off, I hit snooze.  The alarm goes off, I hit snooze again.  My cat jumps on me, I hit the cat......kidding.  The alarm goes off, I get up.  I do my bathroom thing.

I walk into the kitchen, the cat jumps on the table and yells at me until I feed her.  I make coffee.  I am looking forward to making a smoothie, I look into the dishwasher and accckkkkkk!!!!! it is full of water and the dishes are still dirty.  I start the dishwasher again (genuis) to see if it starts draining.  It doesn't.  I call dad, he tells me to take the drain cover off and see if I can pull anything out...........ugh................I use a mug to take out as much water as I can, I then proceed to fight with my tools (handy, not really) to take the drain cover off and fish it out.  I find nothing of consequence.  I am so grossed out by the dirty water...will not vomit, will not vomit, will not vomit.  I don't.

I wash the full load of dishes and feel somewhat proud.  My fingers look like prunes.  I drink my coffee, but the thought of dirty water keeps me from eating.