Do yourself a favor, and marry a man who's good with his hands

You know what I mean....

A while back I heard some very disturbing noises coming from our dishwasher. Like metal grating against something. I tried to ignore it for a while hoping it would go away. It didn't. So I called my handyman husband over to investigate. We did a visual inspection, canceled the cycle, started over and it was still making the noise, plus there was no water in it. I got kind of anxious (when you are bottle feeding, having an operational dishwasher is critical). So we decided to go to bed and Dave agreed to check it out more thoroughly the next day after work. I reluctantly hand washed enough bottles to get us through at least the next morning. Having a broken dishwasher is crippling to say the least. Anyway, blah blah, Dave came home the next day and the next thing I know the entire dishwasher inside and out is dismantled, with parts spilling out into surrounding rooms. Turns out there was a paperclip in the motor turny thingy. And some lettuce stuck in the floaty sensor thingy. And the door was coming apart. This dishwasher is barely 4 years old. The part that amazes me (still after all these years together), is that not only did he take it all apart, fix it and put it back together in less than an hour (saving us $$$ of dollars), but when he noticed the door having problems I said, "What kind of screw type thingy is that? An allen? (I have learned some things by association). He replied with the correct name (didn't catch it), and I was like, "do we have a tool for that?" Kind of a dumb question, but it looked totally unique to anything I'd ever seen before. So he saunters out to the garage, and the door barely had time to close behind him before he is walking back in with the right tool--in the correct size no less. In home service, in a jiffy. You gotta love the handyman husband.