Today I have spent a good portion of my day washing dishes. Load after load of dirty dishes. It has seemed that I just finish one load, put it away, and I have another load ready to go.
Where the hell are these dishes coming from? There has only been the three of us here. It isn’t as if we have been on some mad food binge. I am tired of washing dishes.
And it isn’t as if I have my hands immersed in a sink full of dishes. We have a dishwasher. I am just tired of loading, and unloading this beast. Maybe I should have someone like this:
trained to do my dishes. Wasn’t there a movie about using vampires as slaves? It was made sometime in the 90′s I do believe.
Of course, you wouldn’t want to turn your back on them. Or go to sleep at night. Just in case, you know.
Now I am going to be creeped out.