When we were growing up in Malaysia up till now, our family has never had a dishwasher.
Hmm.. let me correct myself. We had FOUR dishwashers ... Letti and her 3 other siblings , that is.
Anyhow, when David and I got our house and it had a dishwasher, I felt like it was such a luxury and extravagance and to be completely honest, I felt almost guilty at having one... till it died on us.
Which is why I just HAD to run back into the bedroom this morning, jump into bed and plant big kisses all over my hunny's face, because I had walked into the kitchen, in my robe, dragging my feet towards the sink, only to find that all the dishes had been cleaned and stacked neatly to dry on the counter.