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If Dishes Were Wishes . . .

The chore I hate doing the most is dishes.  I despise doing the dishes. I have a dishwasher now, but that doesn’t seem to change the fact that I still end up elbow-deep in dish soap at least twice a day.  1,022 more words

Humor

DROPPING THE BALL

Remember all the wonderful thoughts I shared yesterday about feeling happier and more at peace?

Yeah, well, if you saw me during the hour and a half window between 4:00 pm and 5:30 pm today, you would swear yesterday’s post was a lie. 649 more words

GRACE

The cross, the dishes & the unpleasantness of love

Love is easy when it’s fun.

Going on dates during the first days of romantic attraction is blissful. It almost doesn’t matter what you’re doing, simply being together is magical. 880 more words

Jesus

Five day five photo challenge day five . Blessing of dirty dishes

Sara groaned as she dipped her hands into the lukewarm water , she despised washing the dishes it was the never ending chore in her house, with fifteen or more people eating there was always a sink full of dirty dishes. 165 more words

Have YOU thanked your dishwasher today? aka: rant

…working in restaurants for a living you get used to washing dishes. You also get used to having a dishwasher. Yes, a PERSON that is constantly washing the pots and pans that you use, the roasting pans that are burnt, the dishes with someone else’s eaten food on it, the glasses with lipstick stains, all those spoons you use to taste with all day long, graters with cheese stuck everywhere, ricers with mashed potatoes stuck in every groove, strainers with all the starch crap left if every whole that could take 1 hour to wash if you are anal about it, every single plastic container that was used to store food in it. 243 more words

Mommy's Not Cleaning It: Recap of Day 2

Good morning! Day 2 started like any other. Kevin and I worked out and Jane was the first of the children to wake up. She gets dressed and heads downstairs. 640 more words

Girls

Dishes (poem)

Loose grime and stringy meat
that comes away in the water
and lies in wait by the drain,
tangled in the silverware,
ready to snarl like seaweed… 63 more words

Poetry