Barbie wants a new dish washer

So, with no small amount of trepidation, I took the doors off some cupboard space, grabbed a saw, a wrecking bar and a BFH and made some space for it.

After lunch I'll wire a circuit for it and sweat a three-way valve to the hot water feed under the sink.

Then, some time just before dinner, the good people at Sears have promised to deliver said dish washing machine to our door.

If the gods smile upon us, this evening's dinner dishes will be washed through the miracle of modern technology.

If the gremlins are instead out and about, there may be a short delay ...