My husband is always telling me in the evenings that dishes can wait until morning. Normally I ignore him, but since I'm nine months pregnant and quite miserable, I decided to take his advice... for two nights in a row. When Derek went to look for a spoon, he was quite dismayed to discover they were all dirty and he'd have to wash one for himself.
"Are you irritated at me now?" I commented to my grumbling spouse.
"Nah... I guess we just need to get more spoons."
I'm with him. Buy more spoons = wash less often.
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