Like any redundant job, dishwashing is a thankless, neverending cycle. If only we could figure out a way to eat food and not use any plates, glasses, or utensils, the cycle could end!
But, alas, at least once daily I dip my hands in the soapy, hot water, wipe the dishes clean, and set them in the drainer to dry (because, while I'll wash dishes, I see no sense in doing what the air will do for me).
When I'm finished, I dry my hands on the towel, and stare forlornly at the prune skin that my hands have become.
And so it goes...
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
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