I know it’s a little early to be writing you, it’s hardly even spring yet, but I really need to ask you for something. See, M is away this weekend, and I’ve spent the entire weekend in my pajamas, playing that online game. You know that one with a farting fish with glasses that flies through the air and leaves a trail of stink behind. It’s very addictive, you know. I figured I could do that, because I worked so hard for the exam I had on Friday. But then I had to take a break to watch American Idol (there’s a slight delay before it airs over here, but I’m pretty sure this one girl called Kelly Clarkson will win), and while I was watching TV, I realized I would have to do the dishes before M gets home. And there were a lot of dishes, because we hadn’t done the dishes since, well 2007, to be honest.
But Santa, then I completely forgot about the dishes, and just went to bed, and this morning when I woke up, I went back to playing that game, you know the one with the farting fish that flies through the air. I’m stuck on the last level, and I just can’t seem to win. The cats are throwing paper planes at me, and the hedgehogs are really spiky and even the fish on stilts are after me, not to mention the frogs and the ducks. It’s really hard and I’m starting to give up a little. And Santa, you won’t believe this, but while playing that game with the farting fish (I’m having a really hard time getting that 1-up on level 33), I forgot about the dishes, again!
Luckily, Santa, M sent me a text message (thanks for the phone, btw!) and said that he had left Kuusankoski and was coming home soon. That’s when I realized that I was still in my pajamas and that I still hadn’t done the dishes. Naturally, I panicked.
I immediately threw some clothes on, but of course I put the t-shirt on backwards and had to start over, and then I went to do the dishes. I cleared a small part of the sink and started with the glasses, then did the plates while I let the forks and knives soak and finished with the pots and pans. Oh Santa, you can imagine how relieved I was when I was finally done. It took forever and by then my hands were like prunes. Inedible and pasty white prunes. But at least I was happy. But then I turned around and realized I had forgotten all about the popcorn bowl from Friday night! It was on the kitchen table because it couldn’t fit on the kitchen counter at the time, what with the mountain of dirty dishes and all.
So I had to wash the bowl. But then I went to the living room and remember the apple I ate last night? I knew you would, Santa. Well of course the plate and the peeler were still on the coffee table! So then I had to wash those. But then I remembered that M usually likes to leave his soda glass on the table next to his computer, and you know what? There was a dirty glass right there next to the computer and I had to wash that as well.
Santa, I know it’s a little early to be writing you, since it’s not even spring yet, but I have been a really good girl, unless you count all the times I weren’t, and I could really use a dishwasher.
Kindest regards,
Ziva
P.S. If Christmas could come early this year, it would be great.
P.P.S. Also, I appreciate the phone and all, but it sucks, so a new one would be fabulous.
P.P.P.S. Also, we really want to travel this summer, and that volcano on Iceland is really screwing with that, so if you could just turn it off, that would be awesome. *
