TaDa

Our house has adorable glass door knobs, original hard wood floors an ironing board that comes out of the wall and even a telephone nook in the hallway where a rotary phone once perfectly perched in 1950 when people had to stand the length of the conversation without privacy. The backyard stretches a lot and a half and has a clothes line we could use (in theory). It has built in shelves, walls that are bright colors and I have TWO closets in my room. One closet just for dresses, jackets and shoes. Our house is perfect in most ways but there is one, well two... but lets talk about the one thing.... that urks me to no end. 

we. dont. have. a. dishwasher.

again

we. dont. have. a. dishwasher.

The following chain of events stem from this one, tiny, expensive issue. 

I dont do dishes

so

I dont cook food that requires lots of dishes

so

I dont eat healthy

so

I cant loose that lingering 10 pounds

so 

I cry when I cant zip up my pants

I always wished I could live in a different decade. Guess Robin Williams came out of his bronze coated slumber and granted me that wish. 

Now I realize I may come across as spoiled and lazy, and maybe I am, but I just would rather spend my time doing other things than dishes by hand.

 For example, saving the world. 

La Roommate bought a plain white prayer journal the other day at church. She asked me to decorate it for her. Then she said she would do the dishes. Her idea. I said yes. Bribe me with dishes. It will work EVERY time. Clearly I drew a giraffe, because thats what you think of when you decorate a prayer journal.

or because Im going through a giraffe kick and cant stop doodling them.

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x

la beast