tears

i stumbled into my house last night at about 10:30pm cursing my high heels for making my feet hurt so bad . . . it was dark and quiet, which is rare for my house. kicking my shoes off into my room i make my way to the kitchen, because where else do you go when you just get home? man this place is a mess. i could have sworn i cleaned it up and did the dishes this morning before work. i look in my sink. how is it possible for roommates to use that many dishes in one day? there are like twenty bowls in there. i look down. wait a second. that's not my dishwasher. that dishwasher is way nicer than the one that i loaded with dishes this morning.

tears.

scott did mention that he had a present for me. i didn't expect this. more tears.

i know crying over a dishwasher is lame, or maybe i am just too emotional, but more than anything the tears came from the thought that something was just taken care of for me. i didn't have to call a repairman for my sick retarded dishwasher or go shop and compare prices for a new dishwasher. it was just there. all taken care of for me. shiny new stainless steel. thank you so much brother for this amazing gift and more than that, that you just did it. that you just took care of it. i can't express to you how much this dishwasher makes me smile because in the end. it's the thought that counts.