But, like everything in life, there is a dark side. And no, I am not taking about the fall into the world of cellulite, or ill health from over consumption, but something even worse than acid reflux, and that, my dear friends would be -
THE DREADED DISHES!!!
I HATE DOING THE DISHES!!! HATE. IT! HATE IT!
Always looming in the sink, on the counter. Taunting me! Watching me. Laughing at me! I can hear them now. Muhahahahhahaa! Wretched soiled dishes, pots and pans! What's worse is I have to clean them before I can enjoy any more deliciousness! UGH!
My idea of heaven....
...ahhh, take me away!!!
What a Beautiful Sight
Just big enough for a singleton. And
I can (like the guy down the hall does) call you...lets see...
Brad. Brad the dishwasher. I can say to my guests,
"Oh, no, no need to help me tidy up. Brad is doing the dishes...."
A girl can only dream. God, please give me a TV series, so I can buy one of these. Or better yet, God, let me win a 1000.00 a week for life. I promise to do the happy dance, un-like the sour sack Shoppers Drug Mart guy!