tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457515953341334959.post7795317909889267621..comments2024-02-05T19:38:05.808-05:00Comments on Vita Brevis: Pruny Fingers Do Not Fond Memories MakeMJenkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12761003604210840898noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457515953341334959.post-74698495753427470352009-11-23T11:59:11.096-05:002009-11-23T11:59:11.096-05:00We use paper plates for that very reason.We use paper plates for that very reason.Ed Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11425014053974689270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457515953341334959.post-88524656837224403182009-11-23T12:09:14.820-05:002009-11-23T12:09:14.820-05:00The hubs feels the same way. I cook he cleans it ...The hubs feels the same way. I cook he cleans it up and he hates Thanksgiving for it. We have a lot of people and even more dishes . . . He'll be more motivated to fix our dishwasher after this holiday I think! lolJust Another Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15153772357312017185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457515953341334959.post-39960024725088341742009-11-23T12:29:15.985-05:002009-11-23T12:29:15.985-05:00The dishwasher was a Godsend, but there are always...The dishwasher was a Godsend, but there are always those pans that just won't fit. My entire childhood was spent alternating washing and drying duties with my sister.Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623810021177960310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457515953341334959.post-37707095126833818232009-11-23T13:16:00.608-05:002009-11-23T13:16:00.608-05:00My husband doesn't mind the dishes so much. H...My husband doesn't mind the dishes so much. He does ask that we use paper plates though. We buy the large thick plastic "nice" ones for Thanksgiving.adrienzgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00189335015566616247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457515953341334959.post-85489872741670700222009-11-23T14:35:38.676-05:002009-11-23T14:35:38.676-05:00I'm the dish doer too. Fuck Thanksgiving.I'm the dish doer too. Fuck Thanksgiving.Steam Me Up, Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04125716705273823809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457515953341334959.post-29910082172852855222009-11-23T15:33:35.358-05:002009-11-23T15:33:35.358-05:00I'm not a fan of Thanksgiving either.. The dis...I'm not a fan of Thanksgiving either.. The dishwashing doesn't really bother me, mostly because by the time it's time to do the dishes, I'm outside playing football. I don't like it because my grandma doesn't let me eat ketchup at the table...carissajadedhttp://www.carissajaded.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457515953341334959.post-743851749635856932009-11-23T16:08:48.423-05:002009-11-23T16:08:48.423-05:00I've never been particularly fond of Thanksgiv...I've never been particularly fond of Thanksgiving, mostly because I don't enjoy most of the traditional Thanksgiving foods.<br><br>Since I'm away from my family, Thanksgiving usually consists of sweatpants, football, and either pizza or steak. Which actually means that maybe I DO love Thanksgiving.words...words...words...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441563723665841808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457515953341334959.post-74377345010608423742009-11-23T16:14:32.396-05:002009-11-23T16:14:32.396-05:00Wait a minute. The men are supposed to retire to t...Wait a minute. The men are supposed to retire to the living room and watch football. I know this, because I always go there with them. Washing dishes is for suckas!BeckEyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119780316809151433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457515953341334959.post-70113740404097131792009-11-23T16:51:32.502-05:002009-11-23T16:51:32.502-05:00I think my wife would literally kill me if we didn...I think my wife would literally kill me if we didn't have a dishwasher in our house.<br><br>As for Thanksgiving, we rotated houses with aunts and uncles, so the hosts were the on dish duty (and luckily for us, we rarely hosted). This time around we're in Chicago with my brother, who does not have a dishwasher, so I'm guessing everyone's going to contribute.<br><br>I'll be contributing by bringing plastic plates and bowls and paper napkins. :-)Adam L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00549559153059700099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457515953341334959.post-60735636437141368112009-11-23T16:55:14.608-05:002009-11-23T16:55:14.608-05:00All the women in my family would cook the meal (ex...All the women in my family would cook the meal (except grandpa, who did the turkey). Then, when we were all done eating, the women would ALL do the dishes. Small kitchen, many women.....ugh!!!!<br><br>We are hosting turkey day this year...and I've been hemming and hawing about using the china, or opening a package of Chinet. We have a dishwasher, but the china has to be hand washed.<br><br>The Chinet is winning out. :-)Nejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982042722943000994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457515953341334959.post-31412002638899551252009-11-23T19:02:40.389-05:002009-11-23T19:02:40.389-05:00I attend two Thanksgiving dinners and do zero wash...I attend two Thanksgiving dinners and do zero washing or drying.<br><br>If it gave me dishpan hands, I wouldn't like Turkey Day either.Amber Tidd Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13974935740527936303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457515953341334959.post-49644071566704175432009-11-23T20:01:08.294-05:002009-11-23T20:01:08.294-05:00Oddly, I think Thanksgiving was the one day that I...Oddly, I think Thanksgiving was the one day that I wasn't on dishwashing duty. My mother would just fill the sink with dishes, let them soak, and then do them when everybody else had passed out.Scopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671603955380819514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457515953341334959.post-81473155827740051022009-11-23T20:17:56.078-05:002009-11-23T20:17:56.078-05:00I am the shopper, baker, turkey stuffer, peeler, c...I am the shopper, baker, turkey stuffer, peeler, clean in between dishes, masher, drink refiller, mop up the floor and when it's all over I get to clean up the fucking mess and your whining about a few plates you had to dry and put away???<br><br>I'm sorry, a little bit of "I have busted my ass to serve you a great meal" rant.<br>And ya' know what's in it for us that put on this great show?? Men who retire to the couch and release lovely gusts of wind from both orifices.Junehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069628924644179384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457515953341334959.post-72245682543244106972009-11-23T22:42:37.721-05:002009-11-23T22:42:37.721-05:00At least your father helped! From age 9 to 16 had ...At least your father helped! From age 9 to 16 had to do the dishes everyday, the holidays were the worst. I was sent to the kitchen to do the dishes, I would be standing there and crying the whole time. Seemed like my mother used every dish in the house! Being the oldest has it's huge disadvantages!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16979939882187985994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457515953341334959.post-61048318126888382332009-11-23T22:52:54.394-05:002009-11-23T22:52:54.394-05:00You did dishes? My dad and brothers (and any other...You did dishes? My dad and brothers (and any other male in attendance) pulled major disappearing acts as soon as the last bite was consumed. My poor mother, seemed like she was in the kitchen all freaking day! I suppose her revenge was being diagnosed with MS. Now that lazy handicapped lady sits on the couch while I do it all. Well played, mama. Well played.Samsmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11169303081015977579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457515953341334959.post-8309968982544385992009-11-24T02:22:39.043-05:002009-11-24T02:22:39.043-05:00Wanna know how I got out of helping with the dishe...Wanna know how I got out of helping with the dishes?<br><br>Simple. I learned how to cook.Will Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01695153396800974213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457515953341334959.post-3336342274790527502009-11-24T06:40:34.261-05:002009-11-24T06:40:34.261-05:00*standing in line at the southern cafeteria* The l...*standing in line at the southern cafeteria* The lady asks, 'I know it's fish, do you want gravy on that?'Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09174000870387556118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457515953341334959.post-57792267806689628852009-11-24T10:46:49.918-05:002009-11-24T10:46:49.918-05:00Yay for dishwashers I say. Particularly after big ...Yay for dishwashers I say. Particularly after big holiday meals... Curiously though, my father has developed an unusual, strangely impatient habit: no sooner do you load the dishwasher than he'll pull all the plates etc. from there and put them in the sink to handwash.<br><br>Speaking of extended holiday celebrations, I've been the situation for the past 6 years of eating 2 big meals on Christmas Day (hot lunch & supper), as well as a big dinner on Christmas Eve as well. That requires careful planning and physical training.Pfangirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04881211213654928985noreply@blogger.com