This is not my house, but it resembles my kitchen sink most days. I was dwelling on it this afternoon as I scrubbed away at dishes & sink scum. Why does it always have to look like this? Then I started thinking about those in my life whose sink does not always look like this. I decided, they've earned it. They are those precious women in my life with gray hairs & empty nests. They too stared down filthy sinks, brimming with dishes, every morning. Most without the convenience of a dishwasher to load it all into.
So, I could just wait until my time comes but I am not going to do that. Nope. I have put all my hope in this contraption.
Because clearly, all our compost scraps are the issue here, clearly. When I pick up this beauty this week, all will be well. Can't you see it?
Yep, I am sure that is what will happen upon opening that glorious box. Now, excuse me, I have some dishes to do.
contraptions are king and it has been the downfall of us all in the 21st century.
ReplyDeletehere, here, your clever sarcasm is impressive and it is so totally enjoyed :)
we'll have to re-write the storybooks when it comes to kitchen sinks. you and I, we will finds us a way, sis!
(sneaky sneak of a gollum reference)