Pumpkin (Jason) and I had a fight this morning because the dishwasher was clean and I accidentally put dirty dishes in it. Jason and I had the following discussion:
Me: What was I supposed to do? I didn't *know*.
Jason: I specifically told you yesterday morning.
Me: Well, I have a lot of things on my mind.
Jason: This is just a lesson that we need to empty the dishwasher right away, not let it sit for three days.
Me: I empty it *all the time*. We don't usually do that.
Jason: We do it enough that this has become a pattern!
Me: Alright, we're not talking to each other for the rest of the morning.
Jason: Jackie should write a blog about it.
Me: Yes, about how difficult it is to remember when the dishes in the dishwasher are clean.
Jason: I mean a blog from my perspective.
Me: Jackie wouldn't do that, because her readers would find it so unsympathetic that they would drop like flies!
I can't relate to either of you because I don't have a dishwasher. I have a sink, some soap, a sponge, and my two hands! And Eric's two hands. He's a great dishwasher. However, I have been trying to figure out who I sympathize with more, and ... and ... Oh, I don't know! I hope you two have made up already. I hate it when you guys fight. I can't relate to your dishwasher problems.
|THEY. NEVER. END.|
Here's (one of) my problem(s), though. I have a whole basket of clean laundry and I can't find it! It's not in the basement. It's not in the living room. I don't think it's in my dressing room, but that space is like a black hole. I should look in there again. I'm especially upset about this missing laundry because there is this one pair of pajama pants that I know is in that basket, and for the past
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to do some dishes.