Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Dishes with Dylan


I love my husband washing dishes.
I don't love Bob Dylan.
But if a dose of Dylan helps get the dishes done, I'm all for Bob.

Thanks for being a dish-washing hero, Ephraim.

4 comments:

Metta said...

Oh Bob... that's hilarious. I could even take some Kenny G, or Jack Johnson (I'm pretty much over him) if it helped this house get cleaner. *sigh*

rozalyn said...

I don't like Bob Dylan but I do like Ephraim and I LOVE your curtain/valance thing! Super cute. Miss you.

Lani Roehl said...

I think we learned to love Dylan on our family camping trip to the Baja penninsula in 1990. Imagine hours of driving down desert winding highways, 6 kids and 2 adults crammed into a Suburban with enough camping/surfing gear plus canned/boxed food for 2 months, 1 Gamegear to share amongst them all, and lots of Bob Dylan tapes. We listened to Dylan, and it was better than arguing kids or parents :) I love when Nathan does the dishes, even if he listens to vocal trance techno stuff while he does it :)

Lani Roehl said...

I think we learned to love Dylan on our family camping trip to the Baja penninsula in 1990. Imagine hours of driving down desert winding highways, 6 kids and 2 adults crammed into a Suburban with enough camping/surfing gear plus canned/boxed food for 2 months, 1 Gamegear to share amongst them all, and lots of Bob Dylan tapes. We listened to Dylan, and it was better than arguing kids or parents :) I love when Nathan does the dishes, even if he listens to vocal trance techno stuff while he does it :)