This one is easy. I'm
moving into the third year in this home. Each and every time I shut the door to
the dishwasher, I smile a little smile and consider about how happy I am to
live with that machine. I even smile
when I hear it running from the next room, and when I walk by and feel the heat
when it is drying.
(Sorry Scooby and nearby Happyland Pool. The dishwasher trumps you. Hopefully this
will be the only shallow selfishly thankful thing.)
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