or... having a dishwasher would be so much easier.

I have this pile of dishes that lives with me. In the sink. I wash dishes, but apparently not fast enough. Because it's always there. Sometimes I think the pile decides to take a break, because I'll wash the last dish, and then they're all clean. But then it comes back, sooner that I would if I were taking a break. I think the dishpile needs to go on a diet, because sometimes it looks really big. But we're not supposed to tell people they need to go on a diet, not PC and all, so I don't.

So instead of looking around some favorite stores for something to wear to Bryan's graduation on Thursday, which I should have thought to do sooner, I'm washing dishes while my inlaws take the boys out to dinner.

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