Snippet of the day

This one happened just this weekend when we were out to lunch with friends. Somehow, the subject of dish washing came up. Here's how it went:

Friend, who is a very sharp-witted, ornery male: "Don't you have a dishwasher?"

Mr. Schrock: "I gave her four!"

Friend: "You know how to turn your dishwasher into a snow thrower, don't you?"

Us: "No."

Friend: "Give her a shovel."

Me, without thinking (which I probably should have done): "You can turn the snow thrower into an ax murderer, too."

Table: General cackling, with a distinctly sympathetic tone from Friend's Wife, a coffee buddy of mine.

Okay. You know the only ax I'd carry is a rubber one purely for effect. The boys already think I've got a whip with (according to one of them) a brand-new tip. I might as well throw an ax in there in keeping with that slavedriver persona.

The fear of God can be used by mothers, that's all I'm sayin'...