| | I have got to do the dishes from HELL...I'm not joking...everyday i go in there and do the dishes, and the next day they are all back as if i never even touched them and they are dirtier than before, I think i will just burn them all and see if they resurrect themselves. It is a blood curdeling sight, i am not joking *shudder* mom calls me her little dish washer, yesterday i said your dishwasher is broken get a new one, and she says well it better fix itself or it'll be in so much trouble...so I'm going to just stick my hands into the dishes and clean of God only knows what and pray that they don't get dirty ever again...i'd never want anything else just dishes that clean themselves, oh well I've bitched and moaned enough today ...off i go ^-^ (if you can't tell i'm in a grumpy mood) and later i'm going to play pull that electrode off my back, which is a fun game i play after hospital visits...where i try to get those darned infernal bit's of electrodes off my back, why do they put them where ican't reach? |
| | Posted 8/6/2004 1:54 PM - 1 view - 1 comments
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