We live like pigs.
Not really, but it can feel that way at times.
This morning I went to grab a coffee cup out of the dishwasher. What the fudge, it was dirty?????
We had my second son up for dinner last night, and I have vivid memories of Jase pulling dishes out of the dishwasher and serving us dinner.
From a quick survey of the kitchen, it’s plain to see last nights dinner mess strewn about.
WE SERVED DINNER ON DIRTY DISHES
We’re nothing more than pigs in a barn.