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Magic words: I know magic words to make roommates screech and wash dishes. Sadly, they involve That Woman's housekeeping, and are therefore a very low blow.

Hell: my roommates work in the job I've lovingly dubbed "hell". So do I. I am holding up to it better than they are, since I'm used to it.

Wine coolers: are good.

Police blotters: are funny.

Cats: are silly. And come when called. ('cause she knows that if she doesn't come when called at bedtime like that, I chase next.)

Dishes: Dishes are put away by roommates when I ask them to "help me" (now), rather than "do it" (later). Even though my contribution to the dish-putting-away effort is standing there washing the next load.

Kids: Kids like to play and be silly. Little Fayoumis likes to help me with the dishes when I am doing them. Mostly this is playing in the water, but I am not really discouraging him, because he will get better at it as he gets older, and Mama discouraged us from wanting to help at all by saying no too much when we did want to help (I think).

Seagulls: Little Fayoumis has to be discouraged from mimicking the Finding Nemo seagulls too much. "Mine?"
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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