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[phosfate]

Dear Ann:

While I understand that you are justifiably proud of your facility with the dishwasher, please keep one thing in mind: If you really want to get that weird oily shit off the butter knives, it is vitally important that you remember to include soap.

Best wishes,

Ann

Comments

[aldenmacrae.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwwwwwwww! You pretend to be tough, but really you are CUTE. I see through you!

Also: Weird oily shit?

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

From making peanut butter sammiches.

[snacky]

Man, that stuff is like the X-File oiliens. It never comes off!

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

On the other hand, it rarely gains sentience and crawls up my eyeballs.

[viedma.livejournal.com]

Of course, you could lick them clean.

Ask me about my appalling hygiene! Or not...

[tsamm.livejournal.com]

Mary, let's start an appalling hygiene support group! I have a lot I want to get off my chest.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Have you tried waxing?

Thank you! I'm here all week!

[thistlethorn.livejournal.com]

Ba-dum-bump!

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I fear that without the soap, on this last batch, I might just as well have done.

If I die of strep or something, call the Lancaster County Health Department and mention it. Thank you.

[thistlethorn.livejournal.com]

Eh, no prob -- run the dishwasher again (this time *with* the soap). Voila!

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Well, I sort of unloaded it and put all the dishes away before I noticed. You may not want to eat at my house for a couple of months.

[thistlethorn.livejournal.com]

Okay, note to self: bring own dishes to Ann's for the next month or so.

[thistlethorn.livejournal.com]

Um, or, you know, you could get a dog and let him or her lick all the dishes slobbery clean.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Oh, I could tell you stories...

[thistlethorn.livejournal.com]

Tasha?

"Our" (my sister's family's) dog, Cherokee, tries to get to all the dishes while we're loading the dishwasher, but my sister and hubby don't let her. I don't know why not. They're just going to get sterilized later.

They also don't let Moonshadow on the kitchen counters or table. That cat's feet are probably cleaner than any of our hands, but, you know, whatever. Wussies.

Aside: this morning found stuffed Triceratops carcass on the bathroom floor, almost completely gutted with throat torn out. Fluffy angel-cloud guts everywhere. The great Cherokus-Rex predator-puppy strikes again. It's all right, though -- it's one of "her" toys. She uses my 16-yr-old nephews room as a touy store, going in and coming out with all of his old cool stuffed toys. She cracks us all up, because she gets the bits of fluff caught on her muzzle and just looks ridiculous.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Weirdly, it was Penny. We knew better than to let Tasha near the food.

[chalcedony.livejournal.com]

I don't have a dishwasher story, but I did once make tuna casserole and forget to include the tuna. ;)