I am still resentful that there are dishes to be done EVERY SINGLE GODDAMNED DAY. Sheesh.
Also, when I was going to order pizza with a friend who has a live-in lovah, and she wanted me to call because she "always has to call at her house"? Dude. I ALWAYS have to call at my house.
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Paper plates, Jesse. Paper plates and takeout.
I make people call because I'm phone phobic. But it's a thing.
I did not, obviously, Perkins. But shouldn't the nicest NOT have favorites?
I think the cats lure him under there with promises of steak and then laugh at him when he can't get out.
My friends had a scottie puppy whose legs were too short to manage going down the staircase. The cats would lure him upstairs at the slightest opportunity then head back down a few steps and preen on the stairs while he went crazy up at the top.
I don't mind dishes. Doing dishes is relaxing.
I hate calling too. I need to get over it.
Cats=evil. I like 'em that way.
Paper plates, Jesse. Paper plates and takeout.
Too spendy. Anyway, I actually like eating and drinking off real stuff.
So basically, you need to pay me a millionjillion dollars to do your dishes, kay?
Perfect!!
Who wants to give me a millionjillion dollars??
Not for every day. I keep a stash, though, so when I just can't face getting more dishes dirty, I can eat off something I can throw away.
Though now I have a dishwasher and that makes the whole thing moot. Now I just have putting away clean dishes all the time to complain about.