Monday, June 11, 2007

I can’t wash dishes to save my life…

This is the world as Vicky sees it…

One-eyed, violent, middle-eastern terrorist: Ju call that dished washed gringo? (Turns out he speaks Spanish or something. Who knew?) I will put a bullet through your head if you don’t wash it right.

Me: (Setting the dish down and putting my head up against the barrel of the gun.) Go ahead.

Vicky hates the way I do dishes.

To be honest… in competition, I probably wouldn’t place.

1 comment:

Jenn from WA said...

Ohposh! You know how to do dishes, you just pretend you don't so Vicky will do them. Or vicky's like me and the only way to do dishes correctly is my way.