One of my resolutions this year was to be positive as much as possible about as many things as possible. However, I never thought of being positive about dirty dishes until I stumbled upon this poem:
Thank God for dirty dishes;
They have a tale to tell.
While others may go hungry,
We’re eating very well
With home, health, and happiness,
I shouldn’t want to fuss;
By the stack of evidence,
God’s been very good to us.
In kindergarten, my uncles taught me to make other people cry before I let them make me cry. I was being bothered by this one boy who kept calling me cross-eyed. Heeding my uncles’ advice, I punched the kid and gave him a nosebleed before he could tease me to tears.
However, I think that teaching got ingrained better than it should have been. Sorry.