Do you see that? Probably only wives who like to nag know what I'm talking about. Well, its mustard, dried, caked-on mustard on the plate leftover from Brady's lunch. I took this picture at 8:30pm. This mustard has been sitting there for hours, solidifying. I even told him around 6pm to take care of his plate. Yea, not so much. The mustard was left there to harden into a fossil.
This is so very annoying to me because then I have to scrub the plate to get the caked-on mustard off. And on this particular night I was very busy playing on facebook, um, I mean working on trial prep. I did not have time to be dealing with crusty mustard. If it was just rinsed off right away this wouldn't be a problem. And yes I realize that ranting and raving about caked on mustard is a sure sign that I'm getting old and cranky; well I was already cranky, so crankier. And yes, mom, dad, and college roommates, I am aware that I never washed my dishes and not only did I let food remains become all caked-on to dishes, I also let them grow hair, with matching sweaters. But I'm older and wiser now, I recognize the importance of rinsing dishes right away. At least I've learned that important life lesson.
Doesn't my arm look on deformed and weird here? I think I might be needing some sleep, I'm starting to sound a little looney.
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