an edgy mix of Paint Pixels Collage and Cartoons
by Lynne Ciacco
While my dishmop genderly weeps
Oh the indignities thrust upon the males of the species!
Oh, I love Sundays! Every Sunday a clever Sunday.
if he agreed to wear this apron, everything will become possible... just wait - step by step...
What he really needs is a dishwasher!Ruby
DCW,Oddly, in this household, it was the man of the house who introduced me to the wonder of the dishmop. I was polite enough not to tell him what he could do with it.
Bonnies,Almost as much fun as dressing up one's cat.
Susan,So glad you enjoy my mini-sermons.
johanna,You sound like someone with experience in such matters!
Forest Dream,Perhaps that's part of the wife's devious plan.
I guess I'm as goofy as old Steve. I'd never heard of a dish mop! I just love his face and can imagine myself having the same look if someone thrust that in my hand.
Artful Diva,Life's like that.
Stickup,I think I had the same reaction when first introduced to a dish mop. Maybe it's an east coast thing. Pierre's family always used one to wash the dishes and he was so proud and pleased when he found one in a store one day and came home to present it to me. I think I might have had the same reaction as Steve. "You like the thing so much, you know what you can do with it. The dishes!"