While the sight of laundry hanging on the clothes line brings a particular joy to my heart, the sight of a dish tub does not. Nor do purple gloves and a bottle of dish wash. And certainly the constant reminder of why I have to hand wash, sitting broken in my kitchen, does not elicit the slightest joy for me. So it is with a deliriously heartfelt thank you that I can now say I have a brand new dishwasher, humming quietly this evening, washing the dishes for me. Thank you hardworking husband for acquiring such a beautiful modern appliance for me, and thank you for installing it with the assistance of one father and one son. Three guys working in my kitchen tonight was enough to keep me out of sight and busy with other housework. It turned out to be a very productive evening on The Homestead.
Are you sure it was me that said only a short (who am I kidding – long) month ago, “it’s not that big of a deal. I can hand wash a few dishes. No, really, I can.”
I’m sure that was just another attempt on my part to prove I am the Good Wife.
Ha. Ha. Ha. This joke’s on me.
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