I suspect that many if not most of y’all are tired of reading about me being sick and frankly I’m tired of being sick so we’re even.
Still, being tired of being sick does not instantly cure one of being sick.
I am feeling a little better today, though, and so I have set a goal. Just as yesterday my goal was to take a shower, today my goal is to do some dishes. This involves many of the same skills necessary for accomplishing yesterday’s task–standing, getting wet, and removing yuck. And so I should be able to do it.
But, as you know, I hate doing the dishes.
I feel a bit like I’m trapped in the house with my worst enemy.
On the other hand, everything seems to smell vaguely of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, so that’s a pleasant development.
What are the chances that The Butcher could help you out and do those dishes so you could keep resting?
I just want to point out, in my defense, that no one has done dishes in my family since some point early last week. I’ve got a load in the dishwasher, which has cleared enough junk away to reveal I’ve probably got two more loads to run through.
I can definitely sympathize with the “sick of being sick” routine. This semester has been hell on me and my health. First the flu, then a stomach bug, and then a cold…ugh.
The dishes? You have my sympathy there. The husband works from home so he generates most of the dishes. Why he can’t rinse them off and put them in the dishwasher is beyond me. I won’t do them either because I loathe cleaning dishes.
If you have really hot water, the dog(s) do a good job on the initial cleaning and then the dishwasher and the soap chemicals do the rest. They are really clean when the dog finishes. And if you’re a vegetarian, just sprinkle a little Parmesan cheese on the dirty plate. Of course, don’t wait too long so that you don’t make the dog sick too. Also guys seem to love letting the dog lick the plate.?1?
Sorry you are so sick. I hear this stomach/intestinal stuff is the worst.
Listen, it’s just good seeing you being all bitchy and feministy again after your ailment. (I mean that in a good way, I promise.)
Take care of yourself and get strong, and after you finish your dishes, write some post that gets me all pissed off and outraged so I comment something too aggressive for my own good so I end up starting a comment fight with one of your more leftist regulars.
(I’m trying to work on that so I don’t that more often. This is your place; not mine. Seriously, get better.)