My mom and sister and I went down to Missouri for the weekend to visit my grandfather. On the car ride down, I was lamenting the fact that I didn't get the kitchen as clean as I had wanted before the trip, and that I was CERTAIN that the greasy, crusty meatloaf pan I left soaking in the sink would still be there when I got home.
And now, under no small amount of discomfort, I must issue the following announcement:
The pan was not in the sink. It was in the dish drainer. It was clean.
My apologies, dear, for besmirching your good name.
Posted by Cathy at April 24, 2006 02:25 PMI hope you gave the man a hug and kiss for the all the slaving away he did while you were gone.
Posted by: Zeb at April 25, 2006 08:01 AMThis begs the question: would you prefer flowers and candy, or a clean kitchen?
Posted by: aelfheld at April 25, 2006 08:22 AMClean kitchen tops all, instead of cleaning you can go for a nice walk and pick your own flowers :)
Posted by: jack steel at April 26, 2006 09:05 AMI‘ve tried that Jack but my neighbors get pissed off when I help my self to their flower garden. The suburbs can a be a rough place at times. :(
Posted by: Matthew at April 27, 2006 07:35 AM