Dear Male Occupants of my humble abode, tomorrow we will start Dishwasher insertion training. I feel compelled to effect this training as, even though you have shown intent by carrying the dirty dishes to the kitchen, you seem to be oblivious to the fact that the big white shiney thingymabob that we got on special from Makro, contains a door, when said door handle is released, it opens this cavernous expanse suitably equipped to receive dirty dishes (those food receptacles you have taken the time to bring to the kitchen, which are now parked on my sink) As hard as this may be to believe, this washing device is not magical, unlike the dishes in Harry Potter, they will not miraculously place themselves into aforementioned washing device (although I can understand how the misunderstanding occurred, I have been masquerading as the Magical Dish Fairy for the last 10 years. Waiting until you have reached slumber state, before tiptoeing into the kitchen to place the food receptacles into the washing device.) I am sorry to break the news to you, there is no Tooth Fairy, that was me, there is no Father Xmas, that was me (and your credit card), and there is no frikking bloody Magical Dish Fairy!
Posted on: Thu, 07 Aug 2014 19:51:17 +0000
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