If at first you don’t succeed, take the advice of someone smarter than you. After my last attempt at fixing our dishwasher (see my failure here) my uncle Charlie, an excellent plumber/carpenter/hunter/dad/etc, texted my mom and said if I called him we could probably get the thing working again. After some assessment and diagnostic discussion, there was really only one possibility: the new garbage disposal (put in during The Year of Random Renters) had never had her cherry popped. That’s right, the genius who installed her had neglected to remove the knockout plug. I googled the name…of the plug, not the genius. Each time the water from the dishwasher was forcefully dispelled, it just ran into that plug, turned around, and spewed itself all over the kitchen floor. Popping the plug was fairly simple, though it did require a bit of finesse and some awkward angles. After ensuring it was unplugged (disconnected from power, as opposed to the recent de-plugging) Julie fished around inside to retrieve the plug. A tiny little piece of plastic, smaller than a nickel, had the power to make us wash our dishes by hand. A test run confirmed our success and even Julie got a little giddy as we unloaded the clean dishes into the cupboard.