The scene: after dinner, Brad is cleaning up and loading the dishwasher, I am helping to clear the table and generally cleaning up the kitchen for the night
Me: hon' – these need to be rinsed a bit more before they go in the dishwasher
Brad: the dishwasher will get them clean!
Me: we don't have a garbage disposal feature in our dishwasher like your parents and my sister…the dishwasher doesn't get them clean – it just makes them hot!
Brad: Fine – I will rinse them. Are you going to rearrange all the dishes in the dishwasher while I do it?
Me: Well, I am just trying to get the plastic stuff off the bottom rack. We now have no Tupperware pitchers left because you put them on the bottom rack and they melted.
Brad: that had nothing to do with them being on the bottom rack! And why are you completely rearranging the entire dishwasher?
Me: Because you can't pack dishes in so close that the water can't even get in between the dishes.
Brad: Fine! From now on, you can load the dishwasher! I'm done!
Me: awesome….meet you here tomorrow night…same time…same argument?
Brad: It's a date!
(Note: I understand that I am very lucky to have a husband that will load the dishwasher…or so I am told….I kinda believe it is a part of the equitable distribution of work in a family and wouldn't be married to a man who WOULDN'T load the dishwasher…but for those of you who are about to tell me that I am just lucky to have a husband who will do the dishes…there ya go!)