It’s like a creature out of Greek Mythology
I can’t decide what’s worse, seeing the dirty dishes form mountains in the kitchen sink, or actually doing them. I severely hate doing the dishes for the following reasons:
My grandmother was a nazi. My brother and I were responsible for doing the dishes growing up, and it was the worst, most excruciating pain that you can imagine. Nothing was ever, never done right. I considered it to be a good night if by the grace of god, she wasn’t mean enough to make me cry.
I have the worst posture known to man. This scares me, and certainly hurts by the time I’m done.
It’s pretty gross.
And most imporantly: DISH PAN HANDS
April 26th, 2007 at 3:46 pm
Thanks boogie!
Since I’ll be home by myself Saturday, I’m going to try to do a good clean of that extra bedroom. I won’t know where everything goes, but I want to try.
April 26th, 2007 at 5:02 pm
Eeek doing the dishes! That’s horrible that your grandmother was so nasty to you guys. I don’t understand why some people are so cruel to kids. I don’t think it’s right to think that you can treat younger people any way you want.
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