I go upstairs only to find a note from Daddy asking me to do dishes. Eww. Dishwater. I think I need a dishwasher. But surprisingly enough, I did them. Right then and there....
And if the fucking phone doesn't stop ringing with junk calls, I'm tearing it out of the FUCKING WALL!!!!
....anywho, so I did the dishes. I'm impressed with me.
Yeah, I'm hungry. I'm thinking I'll have a nice little lunch/brunch thing that won't dirty dishes. I'd like to do them as little as possible while mommy is gone.
Combination of it being Spring Break and Mommy being gone. It's a mighty fine Snoopy Dance.