My Dishwasher Wants to Spy on Me!
A few weeks ago our decade-old, serially-repaired dishwasher gave up the ghost, soaking the kitchen floor in the process. Louise found a replacement online that met her needs and fitted into the space we had, and two burly guys came out this week to install it while she stood outside with all the doors and windows open.
“It’s a smart dishwasher,” she told me, handing me the instruction manual. “Figure out how to hook it up to my cell phone so we can control it remotely.”