Why I Hate Doing Chores

Don't give the mouse the freaking cookie.
Just don't.

Being home in Pennsylvania for a holiday means doing a lot of chores.  Many things I do voluntarily, and some things I get tricked into doing because, according to my mother, "nobody defrosts the freezer as well as [I] do."  And this is why I hate doing chores:  not only am I pretty awesome at doing chores, but also when I do a chore, I follow through.  All the way.  

This happened today when I defrosted the freezer.  After I finished putting away the frozen foods (and the package of ground elk meat that was in there for some reason), I decided I'd wash the pot that I used to boil the water as well as the other dishes that were in the sink.

Of course, before I could do that, I had to put the clean dishes away.

Then I noticed the cabinets were kind of messy.

Then I noticed that there were a lot of old pots and pans (the obsolete and somewhat rusty aluminium* kind) that needed to be thrown out.

Then I noticed that there were a lot of Tupperware (et al.) containers that didn't have matching lids (and vice versa).

Then, somehow, I ended up sitting on the floor surrounded by every single piece of cook- and bakeware in the kitchen as I attempted to make it all much more organized.

All this because I am so freaking amazing at defrosting the freezer.  And I still have to do the dishes.

*Yes, I used the British spelling.  It's so much more fun to say.  Aluminium.