So I was unloading the dishwasher the other day and I thought, you know what? Dishes must have a really fucking boring life.
I mean, think about it. All they do is get food put on them, go to wherever you want to eat with you, probably sit on the counter/table/nightstand/floor/whatever for a while, get washed, and get put away. Sure, maybe sometimes they'll get to go outside when you want to sit out front and eat your food, and maybe you'll do something a bit more interesting with them like use a cup to trap all those bees that keep flying into your house because your windows don't have screens and the one window they love the most doesn't open, but other than that it's pretty much the same routine.
Well, you know what? I won't stand for it any longer. I'm going to break the circle. I'm going to give my dishes the fucking dish-adventure of a lifetime.
So let's start with a plate on the windowsill in the sun room.
Pretty awesome, huh? But this is only the beginning. It's time to take it even further.
OUTSIDE!
OVER THE BRIDGE!
IN THE ALLEY BY A FENCE!
HUT WITH A VIEW!
SITTING IN THE WINDOW!
Just look at that gorgeous view.
So, that's the first adventure of the sandwich plate. Pretty fun, huh? Just remember, kids (or, um, dishes), don't play in traffic.
Next week: Plates in the Playground
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