Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Not As Cute As The Cookie Mouse



If you let Farmer H wash the dishes…

You will find maximum foodage in your sink trap thingy, because he apparently thinks we have a dishwasher

The plastic plates will be washed after the glass meatloaf pan, after the water has grown cold, so they will both have a patina of grease.

Dishes will be stacked in the drainer front to back instead of side to side

This means that the sink faucet lever will be impossible to reach, and impossible to turn off due to an eating implement being wedged under it after slipping over due to the front to back arrangement.

Dishes that were in the clean sink air-drying will be put away with such veracity that you will never see them again, only to be discovered by house-buyers doing a rehab or by archaeologists doing a dig long after Mrs. Hillbilly Mom has passed on.

Silverware will add extra nutrition to the next meal, what with supplying nutrients from the encrusted foodstuffs that must be chiseled off their eating surface.

But the main thorn in the side, bee in the bonnet, pain in the rumpus from Farmer H washing the dishes is…

HE WILL DEMAND YOUR UNDYING GRATITUDE FOR THIS ACT FOR THE NEXT THREE YEARS.

4 comments:

Sioux said...

Yours washes the dishes once every three years?

What a lucky lady you are. Some of us welcome the cicadas AND our husbands doing such a monumental chore with the same frequency...

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sioux,
Sorry. I didn't mean to brag. I keep trying to hide him under a bushel.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

Mine will occasionally "surprise" me with his efforts, but I prefer he leave them for me to put away, because I am down 5 soup spoons and 4 forks. 2 knives had vanished long ago, but apparently, in my frequent traveling, other utensils seem to have followed.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Kathy,
Somewhere, there's a fortune in scrap metal waiting to be unearthed.