Nov 17, 2005 09:50
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I did something last night which was so terrifyingly male, I'm now convinced that stereotyping is for real.
I'm packing my house up to move at the moment, and I look into the swirling shithole that is my kitchen - where there are three weeks' worth of dirty dishes piled up around the sink. At least 90 minutes worth of washing up. 90 minutes I don't have at the moment.
AHA!
my new place has a dishwasher...
so the dirty dishes went into several boxes, the boxes were loaded atop the 50cc scooter I'm riding at the moment (the littlest, nastiest scooter in the history of the world, btw) and I head off down the street, teetering precariously under the weight of dirty dishes.
I arrive, carry the boxes upstairs, pack the dishwasher, set it going, and head back to the old place to keep packing - one hour later, I load more boxes onto the scooter, and it's back to the new place to unpack the dishwasher and do another load of dishwasher magic.
awesome - I moved stuff into the new place and succesfully avoided having to wash up for nearly a month.
I AM THE FUTURE OF GENIUS.