Yesterday, when I opened my dishwasher to unload it, something was different. Not really wrong, maybe, just different. It took me a minute to figure it out. So right now, let's play a little game of "Which one of these things is not like the others?"
Yep, nestled down inbetween my Pyrex, my stainless flatware, and my everyday china is Davester's Frisbee.
Obviously, it was dirty and needed to washed and sanitized.
I like that guy. He likes his Frisbee.
While we're on the subject, let it be noted that I have carried that disc in my purse through several museums so that we could play on the lawn when we got finished looking at the exhibits. Museums always have nice lawns....think about it. They do.
And we would hate to waste a perfectly good lawn.
I got to spend some time with my college roommates this weekend. We had so much fun catching up and laughing and talking about upcoming weddings and life. I loved living with those ladies. They made everyday so much fun.
But with them, the dishwasher contents were always so predictable: forks, tupperware, bowls...it was really getting boring.
The Dave keeps me guessing.