Friday, August 15, 2008

A Letter to My Dishes

Dear Dishes,
Please don't take offense but, I hate you. I've told you I don't want to see you yet, everyday there you are again. Why do you insist on coming around when you aren't wanted? I know the blame is partly mine, I can't resist using you. I need you. I must have you still, I despise you! Can this relationship continue? I suppose it must. I'll clean you up and put you away. Then I'll meet you tomorrow at our regular rendezvous. Until then, goodbye!


Rachael M. said...

Dishes at my house are really more difficult than they have to be. I have to prewash them before I put them in the dishwasher. I know this seems ridiculous, but time and time again, my clear, shiny glasses have come out with mystery pieces of baked on food shrapnel, and I just can't stand that.

So prewash I do.

That is how I spent my morning!

Living on the Spit said...

Love the fact that your're "keeping it real". Have a great ya girl!

Living on the Spit said...

The comment bar is acting like a butt. I am glad you are keeping it real for those of us that feel the same. Love ya and have a great weekend. You are a funny, funny woman!

Emily said...

Funny! I'd write a letter to my dishes but there'd be too many curse words! LOL!

The Archibald Family said...

At least you all have dishwashers! I had a dishwasher back home but it was in the box in the dining good to me there.