I hate washing dishes. But who doesn’t, right? The rubber gloves that make your hands smell funny afterwards; leftover
bits of crusted grossness that you need a knife to chisel away; the devastation
that comes from seeing your ruined manicure despite wearing the previously referred to smelly rubber
gloves…all of it is just the pits. The PITS, I tell you! And when those dirty dishes have absolutely nothing to
do with me? Well, it’s enough to send me right off a cliff…of sanity.
Over the years, The Remix and I have tried to work out a
deal, due to my extreme loathing of washing dishes, wherein I take the lead
on communally dirtied dishes, while he is solely responsible for the Tupperware
and other containers he uses for lunch. Seems fair, in theory, but in reality, I end
up washing his lunch dishes because I can’t handle the giant pile that
accumulates next to the sink.
But then, just when I’d accepted that marriage is about compromise
and it really isn’t a big deal to wash a few more dishes even though they
wouldn’t have existed if I lived alone, The Remix brought home this:
At first, I was all: That’s hilarious! I
mean, it’s a ceramic version of a paper Timmie’s cup!
And they even included the top that looks like the plastic one, only in
silicone. Hahaha! Well done, Timmies. Well done.
But then he said that it had to be hand
washed. As in, it could never go in the dishwasher. EVER.
Now, we all know where this is going, right?
Of course you do. Because it’s obvious. The day The Remix brought home that mug
was the exact same day I washed it for the first time…which then inevitably led to me washing it on at least weekly basis, for the
last year and a half. So imagine my surprise when, just recently,
The Remix turned the mug upside down and took a close look at the bottom…
What the WHAT?! I've been washing this stupid mug BY HAND, FOR YEARS, and the whole time, it could have gone into the dishwasher?!?
He’s lucky he’s so awesome in every other area or I would have
been calling a lawyer. Haha! But seriously. I thought I was going to explode when he read that. Oh the time I have wasted and the manis I have ruined, washing that freaking mug! So, naturally, his significant blunder resulted in a deduction of 100 husband points. He was sad, of course, but then I reminded him that I could have taken them all away because it was THAT BIG OF A BLUNDER, and he felt better after that. Haha!
Lesson learned?
Double-check all the potentially
un-dishasherable products The Remix brings into the house. And by that, I mean reading any and all words, on any and all sides of all supposedly un-dishwasherable products.
