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:
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...
Sioux,
Sorry. I didn't mean to brag. I keep trying to hide him under a bushel.
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.
Kathy,
Somewhere, there's a fortune in scrap metal waiting to be unearthed.
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