Mustn't hate, mustn't hate...
My father has become a dish-man.
Honestly.
In my family, we pretty much take it for granted that if you leave dirty dishes in the sink, the dish fairy, in the form of my mother, will clean the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Later, magically, she will run the dishwasher. And then the dishes will return to their places, ready to be used again.
And now that Mom's not here... well, the dishes keep going in the sink.
But now my dad has taken it upon himself to keep ontop of the dishes. No sooner have we placed a spoon or a bowl into the sink then it disappears into the dw. I can put down a glass of water, turn around, and whoosh! It's gone! "Papaaaaaaaaaaa, where's my glaaaaaaaaaass?" "It was dirty."
We have yet to run the dishwasher.
non_horation sent me a whole bunch of groovy, Canada-bashing songs. Don't get me wrong, I love Canada. And Tess is a damn Canadian. But lord almighty, are these songs funny. One from Mystery Science Theatre, then a whole bunch by the Arrogant Worms and Three Dead Trolls in a Baggie (heh. I love Canadians.)
"There, there now... Mustn't hate, mustn't hate..."
"At least so overtly."
"Yes- must disguise our hate..."
Why am I not doing something constructive? Honestly.