Last night after a fun-turned-frantic evening out with friends, I plopped myself down on our old, worn sectional in my favorite corner spot with a bowl of pasta and an episode of Frasier. I was in my total comfort zone. But 20 minutes later when I stood up to take my dish to the sink, I felt it. My entire bottom was soaking wet straight through to my skin. The blanket was wet as was the cushion. Not only had I been in my comfort zone, I was also in a giant pool of dog piss.
To know me is to know that I put the “mess” in domestic. So I should not have been surprised when my mother-in-law sent me these as a “just because” gift:
I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it, she’s actually a very loving person, so I’m doing my best not to take offense or to take it as a hint. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was a thoughtful gesture in light of my recent clean sink resolution (which is actually going pretty, kinda sorta okay).
At any rate, I do love the retro Wonder Years vibe of these dishwashing gloves. And I’ve found that if I have the proper cleaning tools — i.e. they’re fun and/or cute — it makes the drudgery of desmudging and scrubbing all the more bearable.
Now all I need is a bubble flip and an oppressive husband and it will be just like Mad Men!