The Diva has been getting up earlier and making muffins for herself and her brother every morning. The only thing is, she forgets to grease the pan so it ends up soaking for eleventy nine hours before I can clean it properly (yeah…she makes the muffins and I get the dishes. Sweet deal, huh?). This morning I walked into the kitchen to see her spooning the final bit of batter into the pan. I asked her if she remembered to grease the pan, and she sighed heavily and scraped all the batter back into the bowl, cleaned the pan, sprayed it, and filled it again.
This afternoon when I was putting dishes away, I decided to put a sticky note on the pan. I wrote GREASE ME on it so when she pulls it out of the cupboard tomorrow she’ll see it right away.
I showed the Postman.
Him: Why don’t you ever wear a sign like that?
Me: I thought it was already understood. Do you really need to be reminded?
Yeah, we’re still like 17 year olds sometimes.
I’d like to meet the man who invented sex and see what he’s working on now. ~Author Unknown