This dish washing contest brings joy to the deepest level of my being. It used to be whenever the thought of doing the dishes came to mind, I’d think, “Awww man, my life just took a turn for the worse. I completely did not see this coming when I woke up this morning. If only I could turn back time…”
Now, instead of dish washing being something to do when nobody is around, I wait for Joel to come home, just to announce the fact that he will not be dining on tri-tip for at least another 24 hours. I like to casually saunter by his door, make some small talk, and then off-handedly mention, “Oh, by the way, I just did my dishes, hooker.”
Man, that has to sting.
Posted by Red Scott @ 12:54 am