Ok so our kitchen is completely barren and I am forced to wash the dishes in our bathtub. Glamorous. After 20 minutes of washing the darn things, I found a lil' ditty running through my head. It sounds like a funeral march and it goes like this: "Wash-ing dish-es in the tub. Wash-ing dish-es in the tub. There is noth-ing right with it. Washing-ing dish-es in the tub." Dustin, walking by then chimed in, "I thought my life would be bett-er than this. I am re-gret-ing mak-ing this choice in my life. Wash-ing dish-es in the tub."
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