"I'm a Redneck Woman..."

That seems to be my theme song this week.

As you know, last weekend our garage door bit the dust.  You also read that I've lost yet another broom to the torturous powers of my husband.

I also managed to seriously clog up our kitchen sink by using the garbage disposal just a little too much.  Of course, it doesn't help that our house is 92 years old.

Since the hubs was working on the nursery, garage door, and murdering my broom handle, my sink got pushed to the bottom of the list.

But we were still making dirty dishes.

After a sad attempt to make chicken parmesan, I took a pan outside and rinsed it with a garden hose.  Yes, I felt a little silly, but it was better than having the pan stink up my kitchen.

A couple of days later, we ran out of clean cups and plates.  Not a fan of paper plates, I had to think of a solution.  I didn't want to carry my beautiful Fiesta dishes up to the bathroom or down to the basement, but they needed to be cleaned.  So, being the resourceful gal that I am, I filled a bucket with dish soap and hot water and headed to the back yard.

Yes, I confess that I washed my dishes on my back porch and rinsed them with the garden hose.  It was like camping, but with air conditioning... and a really comfy bed.

Once the dishes were washed and dried, they went back into the cabinets.

I later told a friend about my redneck dishwasher.  She was kind enough to point out that I'm pregnant, but was I barefoot?

I was wearing flip flops, but do they really count as shoes?