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October 22, 2004
Holy Encrusted Macaroni, Batman!
Somebody broke into the house last night and made a big popcorny, noodly mess in the kitchen! Oh, wait. Maybe it was me. Sigh.
I'm turning into my mom. When I get up in the morning and find last night's dishes all over the kitchen, I start to have a spaz attack. This used to not bother me. What's happening to me?
I guess I'll go do the dishes.
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Maybe it's some Saddler gene kicking in. That used not to bother me, either, and now even when I try to convince myself it's okay to leave dirty dishes, I always end up wandering into the kitchen and doing them.
Our mothers would be proud (I guess).
Posted by: Margar at October 23, 2004 11:45 PM
Maybe it's some freaky Saddler gene kicking in. That used not to bother me, either, but now even when I try to convince myself it's okay to leave dirty dishes, I always end up wandering into the kitchen and doing them.
Our mothers would be proud (I guess).
Posted by: Margar at October 23, 2004 11:47 PM
(Hey, how did that happen? I don't recall hitting "Post" twice. Oh, well.)
Posted by: Margar at October 23, 2004 11:48 PM
Maybe you were abducted by aliens or something. :)
Posted by: Kate at October 24, 2004 12:15 PM