For the past few days, my attempts at order have been foiled by my nemesis - a dishwasher full of dirty dishes. I thought that I ran the dishwasher, only to find out that it was a vivid,detailed dream. (What a dream, eh?) And last night, while talking on the phone with my mom and niece, I filled the little bin with soap and today I was so proud that I had finally run the dishwasher. Except that, upon opening the dishwasher right now, I recalled that I was too friggin' polite to turn on the loud dishwasher while on the phone. Sigh.

Tonight I have called in reinforcements. Tonight, Greg shall run the dishwasher.

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