Man, you think I’d be done writing about dishes! Ah so, ah no!
This past weekend, I had PP. I love having her so much!
But: she wears me out! I tend to her, and (maybe) get a bath too, but that’s it! No cleaning, dishes or laundry on her watch! lol
So, when she left Sunday night, and there was a full sink of dishes, did I jump in there like a good lil housekeeper, and do ’em all up?
Yeah, right! If you’ve been here very long, you know the answer is a resounding NO!
Anyway, there sat the pitiful, but still pretty!, dang dirty dishes.
BUT! to rejuvenate, first I had to sleep 12 hours. Yes, I sleep 12 hours, and your point?
When I came into the kitchen to find food, there they were, staring at me, mocking me: “Purple Slob in Recovery, huh? Recover this!”
Ooooohhh, I despised them at that moment.
So, I did what any good slob would do, I ignored them, and ate my breakfast. (A non-dish-requiring breakfast of fresh blueberries, outta the container, and a cheese stick.)
no dishes needed
Then, s l o w l y, I dragged myself back into the kitchen, and confronted them.
“You’re going down, today, Sassy Pants!”
So I organized them, dumped the contents, re-arranged them, alphabetized them…..
And after starting to think I might actually have to DO them, I caught myself. Wait! I’m a slogger!! (slob-blogger for you new followers.) I HAVE to take pix for the blog!!
So, I stretched that out as long as I could….
Here they are stacked nicely, sorta….
Okay, fine! I’ll do the dishes! But only so they can’t mock me anymore!