“Oh, I ate too much tonight,” groaned Wally.
This is man-talk for “not tonight, I have a headache.”
“Yep, that was some good food,” I replied.
“Yep, we work well together in the kitchen,” he said. “I made the BBQ, you made the cake, now if only someone else would wash the dishes.”
“I just know the Dish Fairies will come tonight. I feel it!”
To this, Wally announced “Um, I don’t believe in Dish Fairies.”
Gasp!
“No damn wonder they never come here. You must believe in them before they will come. It’s your fault I’m always doing dishes, you bastard.”
The millions of dishes I’ve washed for 13 years, all because of him and his refusal to believe in the Dish Fairies.
Fucker.
He probably doesn’t believe in the Cleaning Fairies either and that’s why all the little boy dirty socks that appear in the hallway every night after their baths are still there in the morning.
Whatever am I going to do with this unbeliever I married?
Isn’t there a place in hell for unbelievers? Like a purgatory of infrequent sex or something?
Please, readers, tell Wally of the special place in hell reserved for the unbelievers.
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There is a special messy, filthy hell for people who refuse to believe in cleaning fairies. Come on, Mr. Shake, CLAP for the cleaning fairy. I suppose you don’t believe in the parking space fairy either. You are so wrong. She’s real.
.-= anymommy´s last blog ..Do You Want Sprinkles With That? =-.
I’ve been having serious issues with the Laundry Folding Fairy. If it wasn’t for my strong faith, I’d be a nonbeliever, roo.
.-= Marinka´s last blog ..Double Header =-.
I told my husband that I wouldn’t marry him unless he promised to do all of the dishes. Told him it made me really hot. He agreed.
.-= witchypoo´s last blog ..Bust A Move =-.
You should have certainly checked his level of believing BEFORE you married him. What were you thinking. Don’t be afraid though, it’s not to late to brainwash him. ;o)
.-= Keyona´s last blog ..I Had This Conversation All Because Of Cartoon Network =-.
Oh, thank you! Now I understand the reason for the state of my house. Next time around, I’m going in for the premarriage counseling.
So, THAT’s why she skips my house. My husband’s disbelief. Well, until his faith is restored HE can handle all of her duties.
.-= Lisa´s last blog ..Little Gene =-.
And there are Toilet Fairies, too! I mean, how else does the man pee get off the toilet rim all the time? But that’s okay, my husband doesn’t believe me either.
My friend has a mystical parking penguin (a sunbleached Beanie Baby knockoff) on his dashboard. We only get good parking spaces in the French Quarter if we ask the mystical parking penguin nicely.
.-= Bridey´s last blog ..NOLA. fuck yeah. =-.
There are such things as dish fairies. They’re called “children”.
.-= Lilacspecs´s last blog ..The Child:Food Ratio =-.
Well, I believe in fairies and don’t believe in hell, so that must be why the dishes get done, and the clothes get washed. Don’t tell anyone, but I think my fairy is my awesome wife.
.-= Eric´s last blog ..Vacation Rage – Nine ways to reduce theme park stress =-.
I just picture the cowardly lion crossing his fingers repeating ‘I do believe in dish fairies, I do, I do, I do . . .’ At least if you were around he would.
.-= joeinvegas´s last blog ..Around town =-.