Hubby and I have a blast together.  We’re both humor-addicts and generally even our disagreements are kind of fun.  We’ve been told on more than one occasion that we’re an amazingly well-matched couple.  Gag-worthy, I know.

Anyway, I’m going to share a little on-going fight argument playful-banter thing we have.

A little background:

My mother-in-law doesn’t use her dishwasher.  She’s had two, and I don’t think she ever used either one.

Seriously.

But, just to be clear, I’m not knocking her, because her kitchen is always clean and her dishes never pile up.  Really, before I started this blog, I had considered stopping the use of my dishwasher, thinking maybe that would help me be like her.

Okay, so like I said, she has never used her dishwasher.  This was what my husband grew up with.  He’s all for using the dishwasher, but is big on pre-washing the dishes.  No leaving chunks of things that will “surely come off” on the dishes for him.

I, on the other hand, grew up with a mother who is willing to put ANYthing in the dishwasher.  She can arrange that thing to wash every dish in her kitchen in a single load.

Pre-rinse?

Shme-rinse!

“If it doesn’t come off in the dishwasher, at least you know the dish is sanitized and you can flick off the egg/spaghetti-sauce/peanut-butter/whatever with your fingernail!  I mean, why do you think God gave us fingernails, anyway?!?!?!?!”

So, though our love has carried us through many kitchen trials, hubby and I have long disagreed about the pre-wash issue.

You know how hard it is for couples who come from such drastically different backgrounds . . .

But . . .  hee hee . . . I think I’ve won the battle.  Know how?  By washing the dishes every night and emptying the dishwasher every morning!!! 

Did you know . . . that many foods which don’t come off of dishes in the dishwasher after those dishes have been left on the counter for days-on-end, actually DO come off in only one wash . . . if washed within a few hours of suppertime?

I know, I’m a genius!  I’m sure it’s a scientific discovery of some sort!

AND, if they happen to not come off (like peanut-butter) . . . if I’m the one emptying the dishwasher every morning, I can do the crust-flicking, or the by-hand-re-washing . . . and hubby will never know!

Until, of course . . . he reads this post.

Please note that certain, though not all, mother/mother-in-law traits/statements in this post may have been exaggerated slightly for dramatic effect.