Dear Men in my Life

So, Facebook dragged up a post from 7 years ago.

Oh how very little things change and Oh for crying out loud... once a man-baby, always a man-baby! ❤︎

Dear "The Three Men in my Life",

The three of you are well aware that there is a right and a wrong way to load the dishwasher.  The right way results in sparkling, squeaky clean dishes.  The wrong way results in residue-y, speck-y, dried chunks of food-y, gross, nasty dishes.  Now... 12 and 20-year-old men in my life, I have coached and coached you again on this topic, monitored, corrected and praised.  47-year-old man in my life... *sigh*  I'm not sure why I would even have to coach and explain, but I have (such is life).  

Today, upon unloading the dishwasher, I saw immediately that all rules were (once again) broken. Instead of yelling for a do-over, and scrubbing away the yuck, I have decided, quite simply, that tonight I will be making and serving dinner on these nasty dishes.  You're welcome and enjoy, my sweet men... 

Love, You Know Who...

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