Most people I know dread cleaning up after parties. I am one of those odd people that enjoy it. The methodical piling of dishes, the sweep of the bottles and plates, the hum of the dishwasher. Watching J wash the dozens of pots and pans I use to cook.
I also get to realize how wonderful my friends are. Like the fact no-one mentioned I forgot the salad dressing. And that they all came to my party and wished me happy birthday. They Rock!
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My thoughts on whatever passes through my line of sight.
1 comment:
It wasn't your birfday party?
Hrm... I thought that was what it was...
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