While I love big family dinners, I hate the clean up afterwards. I hate it so much, in fact, that I have earned myself the nickname “Eat and Run”. I don’t pride myself on being inflicted with the Dine and Dash Syndrome, but when that turkey coma kicks in, I fall a victim. As I shamefacedly slept off those extra calories, I am sure remarks were being made behind my back about my dirty dish avoidance. But that was before cancer. Even when I half heartedly offer to help with the dishes now, I just get shooed away to a welcoming couch. I almost felt sorry for my sister, Sherry last Sunday when she hinted about her hysterectomy in an attempt to escape dish duty. But hey, it’s been seven weeks, she has milked that baby for all it was worth! Now me on the other hand, I can probably get another year out of this if I play my cards right. Ahhh, I can’t wait for Christmas Dinner at Mom’s.
Tip: If you have cancer, you have a ready- made excuse to avoid dish duty.