Just ‘Cause I Don’t Like it… Doesn’t Mean I Don’t Do It.

I don’t like it…but I do it. I don’t like to clean, but I do it. I don’t like to cook everyday, but I do it. If you’re going to judge me then come here and do it yourself. For some reason I like to do my dishes in the morning. When dinner is done, everything goes into the sink. Counters are wiped, floor is swept, but I will wash the dishes in the morning. My Love, who by the way is OCD, believes there should never be a dish in the sink. So when he comes over each night and says “what’s all this in the sink?” …I say…stop looking at the sink then or do the dishes yourself, because I will do them in the morning. Speaking of dinner…I don’t like to cook…but I do it. And when I do it…I do it very well. I know how to cook, at least most things, I would just prefer not to. I don’t see the problem with that. If the world went my way, I would have a chef and a landscaper/gardening man. Nothing turns me on more than a man cutting my grass…um! My Love did that for me once…damn damn damn! But then he hired his buddy to do it…he might want to rethink that decision J j/k… So yes, a gardener and a chef…I don’t mind cleaning…I think it’s cathartic. Don’t know what brought me to this topic…but it was on my mind…