Dishwasher-less: Sad But True

I always said I wanted to live in the late 50's, early 60's. Primarily because I love the retro modern style that so many would use to decorate their homes with. So when I got hooked up with my 1960 Hollywood apartment (complete with hot pink exterior), I was ecstatic.

Ignore the ghetto cruiser out front; I haven't seen it since.

Now when you're living in an older home, as many of you know, there's things here and there they may not be perfect, but you live with them. Hell, if you're like me, you can even embrace it because it's "the way it used to be". But when there's no dishwasher, you're not a kitchen person, and you've been spoiled with one all your life, it gets old. Fast.

I woke up this morning to my roommate cooking us eggs. Mmmmmmm. Good roommate. So naturally, we ate, and I opted to do the dishes (which I'm realizing that, even in all my anal-ness, is a huge weakness of mine). Thirty minutes later, I was finished. THIRTY MINUTES!!!

I'm a busy girl. And thirty minutes of my time is precious. And if we hadn't kept up with the dishes all week and they had gotten all piled up and nasty, it would make sense. But just from today and yesterday, freakin' thirty minutes of standing there washing dishes. Gone are the days where I can just whip it in the dishwasher and run it once a week.

I guess I'm getting my taste of the retro life, after all. So yeah, if I just pretend that there was never such a thing as a dishwasher, I'll do just fine.