I should have put $20 down on “4 days” because that’s how long the dishwasher “repair” worked. As much as I tried the repair man’s super special technique of slam-the-door-as-hard-as-you-can-and-lean-into-it-with-all-your-might, the door keeps popping open. Now I have to submit another work order.

Then I feel like a big baby for being annoyed about my dishwasher being broken because I’m reading this book, Kisses From Katie, about a girl who left the US and moved to Uganda after she graduated from high school who has adopted 14 little girls and started a school sponsorship and feeding program and loves on hundreds of needy kids every day and she doesn’t have a dishwasher. Or a car. Or electricity much of the time. But she’s not complaining.

I started reading her blog, http://kissesfromkatie.blogspot.com/, about a year ago and she quickly became my hero, a modern day Mother Teresa. I pre-ordered her book back in June and had a happy surprise when it showed up on my kindle yesterday. Her book is wonderful, but it makes me feel like a lazy, ungrateful cow.

Poor me, my dishwasher is broken on a day when I don’t have my full time maid at my beck and call, I have too many clothes to pick up off the floor, there’s nothing I feel like eating, even though there is plenty of food in the cupboard . . . meanwhile, she’s taking in kids with scabies and HIV, eating beans every day, doing mountains of laundry for her 14 children and her many extra houseguests. Oh, and did I mention she’s only 22?

Off to work on an attitude adjustment . . . and finish the book.