Oh, Hey There...
Is this thing on?The husband spent the last few days trying to crack the code that is stuffandjunk so I can get back to the fun of selecting words and turning them into sentences. We got this far, but he wasn't able to hand cut and paste my eleventeen hundred entries into this new and hopefully improved site. He picked ten. I've written about this before probably in 2004, but he hasn't changed.That's how he does dishes. He chooses ten and cleans them. It's kind of his version of natural selection. He washes his ten favourites and then just walks away. The rest of the dishes sit, encrusted, neglected and discouraged. "I thought he would choose me this time", they cry.
Do you know how hard it is to console neglected dishes?I always try to make sure the chosen few are aware of their elevated status.
"YOU!", I announce in a commanding James Earl Jones voice.
"YOU are the chosen ones. Let this honour wash over you. You must not forget!", I say stepping back to allow the dishes to reflect.
"BUT YOU!" I say pointing to the hovering masses of neglected cutlery, stemware and every pot in the house (cause that's how the husband rolls),
"You must abide." I let my voice fade for affect.
And abide they do.
(Not a proper sentence on so many levels)
(neither is that one)
(or this one)
Point is...
I have spent two years stifling observations, dying -twice (long story -but I lived in the end so actually its a short story and I just told it) and I'm ready to re-discover my love of blogging. I'll try to keep any blogging issues to less than ten so the husband will address them. He loves it when I ask,
"Hey do you know anything about computers?"
Maybe that's why he only does selected dish washing, its retaliation.
Jan 9, 2012
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