Bet she is a wiz on her smartphone.Yeah Diva, that's it. Her head is so filled with important things, so loading, and turning on a dishwasher won't fit into her brain. Funny, the use of the floor scrubber eludes her too.
I used to do laundry. Then I put a flannel nightgown and oops a cashmere sweater in the dryer. I claim no fault on the nightgown, it said tumble dry low. How was I supposed to know DW didn't put it in the dryer. The sweater? Dunno, maybe I just assumed everything in the washer was tumble dry low since the nightgown was. Now I am allowed to wash my white socks.Oldest son took it upon himself to do laundry one night when he was in 6th grade. He did great!
Works here. The place is a sty. But even given a week's warning, it would still be a sty. When my stepsister and her husband came by for a couple of days last summer I told her "Imagine the worst, it will be better than what you see when you get here".I always liked the Erma Bombeck line of thought. If a person comes to your door unannounced to visit, they deserve whatever mess they walk into.