Monday, December 12, 2005

why i need a dishwasher

Matt is our official dishwasher. We made a deal a few years ago that I would make dinner and he would do dishes. As you can see, that bargain is shaky at best. I am obviously cooking, but Matt has grown a little weary of the constant dish washing. When we first moved into the house, we operated with military precision. We ate dinner at 7, and Matt did dishes at 8. It was a harmonious time. But now that the initial pride and excitement of homeownership has worn off, our routine is more like dinner at 7 and dishes 4 days later. Matt knows it’s time to break down and do them when I start serving cereal for supper.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

OH GOOD GOD!!!! Is the boy blind? I think less moe sandwiches and more cereal at the Breitzmann house!