The Dishwasher is Evil

My children have been on vacation for a week and today marks the third–THIRD time that I have had to unload the dishwasher. With my OWN HANDS! I have also been forced to WASH the dishes and get up from the couch to fill my own coffee. I sincerely can’t take it anymore. The Giant and The Ginger have been unloading the dishwasher since they were 5 and 6 and I had forgotten what a miserable cow of a chore it is. Luckily my husband remembered how to take out the trash because I would have drawn a very stinky Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout garbagey line in the sand there.

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About peikleberry

What's to say? I'm a chronic fun seeker and life marrow sucker. I live in an ancient brick house in a darling town with my perfect and tolerant husband, my two amazing teenagers (The Giant and The Ginger) and two blue Danes (Oliver and Periwinkle). A lover of obscure roadside attractions and museums of oddity, I travel, write, laugh, make friends, write letters, sometimes run, eat great food and drink good whiskey. I've never had a bad journey and every single day is my grandest adventure.
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