In which I chronicle the day-to-day tribulations of living with two (more-or-less) adult boys as my wife trots around Europe for two weeks.
Well. I found out where all the other dirty dishes go. Now they're out of the boys' rooms and on the counter with mine where they belong. At least I think that's where they belong, and I still haven't figured out what I'm supposed to do with them.
3 comments:
Eric
There is a magic cabinet in the kitchen (near the sink).
You put the dirty dishes and some enchanted powder in it, and a little while later the dishes will be clean
One word:
The Pool.
Ok, I know that's two words, but you've been eating so poorly you probably wouldn't notice.
Also - beer. Sandwich in a can, my friend. Nuke-able hot dogs would be a good addition as well... but definitely beer.
The pool...hmmm...I hadn't thought about that.
The cover's still on, but the idea has some merit.
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