“Hey Tom, I’ll make you some fudge.”
“Thanks Molly, that’s uncharacteristically sweet of you. What’s gotten into you?”
“Nothing, I just want to do something nice for a change. But I need that pan cleaned so I can make the fudge. So can you clean it?”
“Sure.”
“But to do that, you’ll need to empty the dishwasher and then re-load it, so you’ll have room to clean the pan.”
“Okay.”
“Alright Tom, I have to go get ready for the Relief Society activity, so will you mix all of these ingredients for me?”
“Sure.”
“Just keep mixing! I’m almost ready!”
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“Okay Tom, thanks for mixing, I have to leave, so when the timer goes off you can stop mixing. Then just take it off the stove, mix in the chocolate and the marshmallow cream and the vanilla. You’re doing great. Bye, I love you!”
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“Mmm, Tom, this fudge is delicious. Aren’t you glad I made it for you?”
Ah! That must be the reason she puts up with you!
You didn’t think about just hand-washing the pan at the beginning? Had you done that, she couldn’t have used the excuse of not having time to make you do it.
There wasn’t room in the sink to hand-wash the pan, we had let the dishes pile up (again). That’s why I had to clear out the sink to wash the pan. Unfortunate, I know.
Molly Wright, FTW!