I was going to write about my experience with The Shred, but my whole body is aching. Even my fingers. So that will have to wait, and we’re just going to move right on to a Domesticate Me video. Because you love them so. Right?
Of course you do.
How do you do dishes when you don’t have a dishwasher? The last time I was in this predicament was when I lived in a dorm and all I had to do was eat the same meal (microwavable mac ‘n cheese) out of the same bowl every. single. day. I don’t think that plan will fly anymore.
And my second question, do you think there is a way to train cats to do dishes?
Let me know your thoughts.
Internet References: Elisa Doucette from Ophelia’s Webb reminded me of this troubling form of water torture. Thanks so much! And HUGE sorries if I didn’t say your name correctly. Need to start making more Internet friends with Kim’s and Jill’s. Names I can’t screw up.
Oh, and there is a point where I say “don’t hate me” because I moved from my dad’s place to my husband’s place. I don’t mean that in a “don’t hate me because I’m beautiful”, I mean it in a “some people are passionately opposed to living with your parents after you’re an “adult” and don’t hate me because I did. And liked it” kind of way. That is all.