..you really hate--like dishes. Washing them. You inspect your sinkful of dishes. Is that a scream you hear? A scream to be drenched in cleanliness? Hmm. You're more surprised a patch of weeds haven't sprouted from the sink. Wish for a dishwasher, yet your chum Selene says that's water you really don't want to heap money out for.
Whatever.
You realize even if you had a dishwasher, the dishes would remain in the washer as you use em up. It's only you and a herd of cats, so how can there be so many dirty dishes? Good question. It's like how you want a bigger house, yet you can't this small one spotless. Oh well.
You're new plan of attack is to wash your dish right after you use it. The the pile won't grow, nor the threat of some non-desirable plant life in your sink. Sounds like a good plan. At least for today.
Stay tuned.
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Wednesday, October 15, 2008
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