Conversation between me and the hubby today –
Me: I hate our dishwasher. We need a new one.
Him: Why? What’s it doing?
Me: It’s leaving food on the dishes. It’s not cleaning then properly.
Him: Then rinse the dishes before putting them in the machine. (pause) Besides, a dishwasher is not supposed to wash your dishes. It’s supposed to sterilize them.
Me: What? It’s called a dishwasher. It’s not an autoclave.
Him: Sure, it is!
Me: We need a new dishwasher.
Him: Well, what are you?
At that point I really, really wanted mutant powers like Phoenix from X-Men and annihilate him into smithereens. But, I decided that a slow, painful death full of humiliation and degradation would be better. Ideas?