{Dishes Hate vs. Dishes Love}

 

I really hate doing dishes.

Like, super.. duper hate.

Loathe really.

Even though I have a dishwasher, I still hate it.

I always try to remember the poem that my aunt had hanging on her wall in her kitchen.

It's no longer there because they are now full time RVers, but it was one of the few things that went into the motorhome with them.

So, when I saw my full sink tonight & started to sigh, I decided to snap this picture instead.

  

Once I stop to put this in perspective, I guess, in all reality, I love doing dishes.

Who knew?

With a whisk and a dream… Tina