Whoa! What's this? You're clearing the table, unprompted? Are you for real? When I stand to offer help, you tell me to just finish my glass of wine in the living room and relax.
When I ask, "For what do I owe this honor?" you reply, "You've worked all day. Let me take care of this." By "this" you mean the dirty dishes, pots and pans from dinner. Okey doke.
Is this a test? Or a trap? I watch you, sponge in hand, treating my Target plates like they're fine China and it's the cutest thing I've ever seen (today). So, guys who do the dishes without being asked, we love you. You're basically a Luther Vandross song personified and if feels like you're giving me a foot massage without even touching my feet.
*Okay. We mainly wrote this post to run a picture of Kenny from Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead. One of the best parts of the movie is when he announces that, "The dishes are done, MAN!" It'd be rad if we found a guy to do our dishes (for free--we aren't about to hire a maid service for this shit.) But, honestly, we'd settle for a guy who just said Kenny's famous line to us when he's in the vicinity of our kitchen. If he tosses a hand towel down for full affect, we'd bust out in spontaneous applause.