And aren't you happy, just to be alive?
I'm not sure why, especially given my attitude towards more household chores (in short: necessary evils), but I find doing the dishes strangely comforting and satisfying.
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hmmmm. You should come visit my kitchen for a day.
Posted by Lady K! : | 10:44 AM
.....so I can do your dishes?
Posted by Ian | 10:57 AM
yes please.
Posted by Lady K! : | 10:58 AM
Pay for my plane ticket and you've got a deal. We can go to that drive through guns n' barbeque place.
Posted by Ian | 10:59 AM
drive thru guns and liquor! there's bbq next door though.
I wish I had money to fund random plane tickets. Unfortunately, you were just DOWN HERE and failed to come visit, so I can't take you too seriously on this deal. :P
Posted by Lady K! : | 11:03 AM
Four hours away by car when I have neither car nor driver's license is not exactly down there! But yes, mistakes were made.
Posted by Ian | 11:04 AM
mmmmmhm. That's right, they were. BAD PLANNING.
Posted by Lady K! : | 11:05 AM
I'll be sure to insist that my cousins move to Houston before I visit again.
Posted by Ian | 11:22 AM
Excellent! Thanks Ian! :)
Posted by Lady K! : | 11:22 AM