Then it Dawned on me.
Iām clean now.
Couldn't figure out how to clean up.
It cuts through Greece.
We had just finished cleaning up dinner and were watching a movie when I went into the kitchen to get dessert. The entire floor was covered in bubbles emerging from the dish washer.
I called to her and said it looked like Sud-etenland in here. She was unamused.
Her: "I feel like every time I turn around, we need dish soap" Me: "Stop turning around." Her: :|
Dad: No...
Me: puts plate in sink
Dad: ...but the dishes inside are.
Me: moves plate to dishwasher
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We sell wooden soap dishes, made of various kinds of wood, as part of our business. When I get asked which is our best seller, I pick one up and say "This one is real poplar."
My younger sister says we don't have a fairy to go on the top. My dad walks out for a short time. We hear him washing some dishes. He comes back with an empty bottle of fairy liquid (dish soap called fairy) takes the top off it and places it atop the tree.
Dunno how long its going to be there.
