Dear Miss Dishwater

Just for you,I stayed away from a guys' night- out of cool poker; even prevented myself from having the pleasure of beer on the couch. But while my hands poured detergent, ten times over, all I heard were rambles and gurgles while the plates kept their oil around the edges. Yes, I tried to fix your waistline filled with grease, the pipe clogged from old age. Serving me well, we both knew it was time to mark you as junk; sorry about this, I rang the cargo man as my hands were beginning to ache from arthritis.My insight tried to think without being so introspective; smudges and a big loss of fun hours with the boys made me decide to let you go. Did I tell you my wife went out tonight with the girls? And I am left hanging on to piles of kitchenware, just you and I on a dreary Saturday. 101 in a ROW contest -6 Sponsored by PD A