If you tell the Universe to flip off, it might break your dishwasher.

Because it totally did. Hubby says that actually it's like limescale build up or a pump or something but I know it was the Universe striking back. But again...I managed to tell it to flip off. I went out to eat. What now Universe? What now?! I know you think I'm seriously putting myself in danger taunting the universe but I'm in a rebel kind of mood. Actually, I'm in a really odd mood. So for today's post I'm going to give you conversations from yesterday...

As I said, dishwasher is broken. Hubby got up to the kitchen flooded with water yesterday morning from the dishwasher. He mopped it up (I'm going to guess that alot of foul language accompanied this...but I slept through it so I can't say for sure.) He then obsessed about the dishwasher. I mean he worked on it all day. He didn't even come to dinner and the movies with me and the kids last night. So yesterday afternoon, I get up and walk through the kitchen...he's doing dishes...

Me: What are you doing?

Hubby: Dishes.

Me: Why?

Hubby: because I'm trying to fix the dishwasher and I had to take the dirty dishes out of it.

Me: Why didn't you just holler for me? I would have done them.

Hubby: Because it's personal. This is between me and the effing dishwasher.

Me: Oh. I see. (but really I don't). Well why aren't you using the dishpan? (said blue dishpan is sitting on the counter and the sink is full of suds).

Hubby: because I can fit more in the sink without it. I hate the dishpan.

Me: Uh huh. Well I've never seen you do the dishes without the dishpan.

Hubby: When was the last time you saw me do dishes?

Me: Good point. (it was like maybe never ago).

As I'm downstairs folding clean laundry and changing loads, Sean sticks his head in the room and asks what time we're leaving. Then we begin to discuss stuff we really need to start working on for him to finish school this semester...

Sean: We really need to get some sort of routine.

Me: I have a routine.

Sean: No you don't.

Me: Um, sure I do. I have stuff that I do everyday. Just not maybe at the same time or in the same order every day. But it all gets done. That's like a routine.

Sean: That's nothing like a routine.

Me: It's kind of sort of like a routine...

Sean: No. It's really not.

Then on the way to town, Sean got a voicemail to call the head of the OA Lodge (boy scout stuff). So he calls and this is his side of the conversation...

The sky. (and by this I know the other person asked "what's up?")
Why what do you need?
You know the usual, crack and strippers.
Saint who?
What saint's church?
What about the new Scout Exec?
Anthony? Okay. See you then.

It turned out they wanted him to do a ceremony at Saint Anthony's church on Saturday. For the new scout executive's son's pack. You got that out of it, right? I hope Homeland Security never taps his phone...

And last but not least, as I was sitting here on the computer, hubby (who's still locked in mortal combat with the dishwasher) yells...

Hubby: Do you have any old toothbrushes?

Me: Um. No. Why would I save old toothbrushes?

Hubby: Do you have any new toothbrushes?

Me: Of course. (I keep lots of new ones, for overnight guests who forget theirs. I like clean breath. And good dental hygiene.) So I get up and go to my bathroom and get my toothbrush because I need a new one like every month. I brush too hard and splay out the bristles. I take it to him.

Me: Here you can have mine.

Hubby: thanks.

Me: But I don't want it back. It's like a gift. There's no return policy.

Hubby: I'm not sure why you felt the need, but I'm glad you clarified that for me.

Me: I'm just a giver. What can I say?

I hope everyone has a wonderful Wednesday and that the Universe doesn't break your dishwasher.

I'm doing a new review on What Spot Saw today.

♥Spot