A Random Story for your Holiday Pleasure!

Recently I had run out of dishwashing detergent, and having already decided I would not be leaving the house that day I decided I would just suck it up and do them by hand. I thought to myself, you just spent 3 months doing them by hand and before that you did them every night (we did not have a dishwasher in our previous house).Futhermore, I added to myself, you did them all the time as a little girl. So one day will not be painful, just do it. I wanted to pout, sit on the floor and stick out my lower lip. I wanted to let them sit in their stinky mess until I went and got some detergent. I had almost even decided to go and get some. To drag my unfixed hair, grubby clothes self to the store with my barefoot toddler and non matching preschooler in tow....

That is when I noticed the bottle sitting next to my sink. A bottle of Joy. Joy .

According to dictionary.com the word Joy is defined as follows:

noun

1.	the emotion of great delight or happiness caused by something exceptionally good or satisfying; keen pleasure; elation: She felt the joy of seeing her son's success.

2.	a source or cause of keen pleasure or delight; something or someone greatly valued or appreciated: Her prose style is a pure joy.

3.	the expression or display of glad feeling; festive gaiety.

4.	a state of happiness or felicity.

–verb (used without object)

5.	to feel joy; be glad; rejoice.

–verb (used with object)

6.	Obsolete. to gladden.

But I did not feel any of those things when I looked at this bottle.

 I began to wonder who decided on this name. Was it some overzealous housewife who loved doing dishes? Was it a man, much like my husband, who thought it would be funny to name a product used to do one of the most hated chores Joy?? Was it a hopeful company that thought if they put Joy on the bottle it might just trick people into believing you could bottle and market such a thing?? Or did somebody just mess up and by the time the mistake was found, it had already gone to press??

I don't know who decided on that name for a product used for such an unjoyful event, but it seems a bit like a big oxymoron!!

Well, that random thought had distracted me enough to clear my head of my tantrum and decided to send my loving and wonderful husband to the store to get what I needed. A flash a brilliance that decision was. Except he didn't go, because I forgot to ask him until he was home and in his comfys. Needless to say, I rinsed them all with hot water and removed all scraps. Then they sat until the next day when I went to the store. My kitchen is now clean AND I didn't have to wash dishes by hand!!! Yeah for me!!