Alyssa's ramblings...

Update: Three of the four valves leading to Pop's heart are clogged, so he might have to have an operation later on to replace the valves with artificial ones. He was supposed to get out of hospital on Wednesday, but they're holding him back for some tests on his liver and kidneys, as they think he has problems with them, too. Keep praying!

On a lighter note, here's some more Dishwashing Roster madness:

Washing -
A
Sudsy,
Happy,
Illustrious
Notion...
Getting

Dishes
Into
Soapy
H2O,
Eradicating
Soilure

An Essay, by Doctor Phil "Mad Scientist" Higgins

There are two certainties in life - death and bubbles. My extensive research shows that the quantity of bubbles in your dishwashing water directly corresponds to the quantity of happiness in your life. Our subconscious forms a bond with the bubbles, and the happiness we feel guides our hands to squeeze the detergent bottle accordingly. As we connect with the bubbles so greatly, we, in effect, become bubbles ourselves. Floating through the air, drifting in the wind, reflecting the environment around us. Then someone comes along and pops us, and we become tiny, insignificant spots of soapy water on the kitchen floor of life. As I was saying, we are bubbles. You are a bubble. I am a bubble. No, I really am a bubble. I may be in your sink right now as you push against me with your plates and cups, trying to use my cleaning power to wash away their stains. Away with you and your ridiculous expectations! I'm only a bubble! A tiny, little bubble, just waiting to be popped by the ferocity of life. But I ask you, aren't we all bubbles in our own, special way? If not in form, then in thought, or imagination. Perhaps I am only a bubble in thought, and not in form. Perhaps I am not sure of what I am. Perhaps I have been jaded by life's subsonic whispers... or maybe, just maybe, you are imagining this whole thing. Are you really reading this, or is it just a figment of your overactive imagination? Go to sleep, little one, and wake up to a brand new day... a day filled with bubbles, rubber gloves, bubbles, plates, bubbles, dishcloths, bubbles, cutlery, bubbles... oh, and bubbles. For bubbles are the whimsical, spherical objects of our dreams. Dream a bubble for me, little one, dream a bubble for me.

posted by Alyssa @ 12:17 PM