I have a dishwasher. That makes the times I stand at the sink washing dishes a matter of choice, not necessity. Turn on a little Coldplay in my strangely quiet house, and this is where I go for therapy. Cheaper than lying in a chaise telling my problems to a stranger.

2 Responses to “Therapy”

  1. Joanne:

    Hey Kim,
    Next time you have some stuff to think through, I could load up my dirty dishes and bring them over;-)
    Just kidding-I have a 40 year old dishwasher-good thing he’s cute!

  2. kim:

    🙂 You’ve got it made!

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