Battle of the Sponge, Bob

Fourteen years ago when we made the decision to combine households and live multi-generationally with The Other Mother it quickly became apparent that there were going to be some differences in the way we did things.

You see, it's very difficult, if not impossible for two women to share a kitchen. This is something I learned many years ago when I lived with a roommate. I'm sure there's a PhD in Women's Studies somewhere that has produced sufficient scientific evidence to support that statement. All their work was for nothing though because it doesn't need to be proven.....it's just one of those laws of nature. If you look at cave drawings closely you'll see one woman booting another one out of her kitchen!

The first disagreement was over the type of dishwashing tool we would use. I loved the sponge, which allows you to wipe off the dish or quickly turn it over to the scratchy side to remove any stubborn food. The Other Mother (and The Mother too for that matter) are of a shared generation which prefer the old fashioned cotton dishcloth. This presented a problem to me because you'd need to reach down and dig around for the silvery metal scrubber if you encountered any dried on food. See how my logic is supporting the use of the sponge? Well never mind because old habits die hard and in the case of The Mother and The Other Mother on the subject of dishcloths they don't die at all!!

And so, after a short period I simply threw in the sponge. I learned from raising kids about how to pick my battles and secretly told myself, "Ah, the sponge battle is lost, but not the war! The pantry shall be MINE!"

I adopted up the dishcloth, although I still wasn't liking the idea, especially since they were those skimpy store bought versions. And then it occurred to me, if I'm going to use a dishcloth it's going to be a nice thick cotton one.

I bought some crochet cotton and a hook and went to work churning out nice, substantial versions of the dishcloth. All was well in the Kingdom of the Kitchen.

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LET'S RUN A POOL

I know you're missing being in the basketball bracket pool now that March Madness is over. (Sorry Memphis, I was rooting for you!) And so I thought it would be fun to set up a little pool of our own called.....(drum roll please)



What's that you ask? It's a pool that celebrates the fact that men are well ........ just men. You see, last week when the farmer was away on business I got my new glasses. See? Anne Klein's, aren't they swell?



Anyway, the farmer got home on Friday night and.........(feel free to finish the statement) THAT'S RIGHT SISTER.....he didn't notice. And still hasn't. We're 6 days into the Anne Klein's, so don't bother to put in for days 1-6, just start with 7. The bill for the glasses comes in at about 30 days so you might not want to go beyond that number.

Choose a number and make a comment on this post letting me know when you think he might see the light. I will keep track of the pool. Don't worry, if more than one person enters a number I'll put the names in hat.

What's the prize you ask? Well, a set of THREE of my Battle of the Sponge, Bob Dishcloths of course - white, yellow and tomato red.



If you don't win, don't fret. Along with the name of the winner I'm going to post the pattern for dishcloth so you can create some for yourself.

And for those women who are making themselves miserable over the fact that your husband is not noticing your new haircut or new shoes, just put on your big girl panties and deal with it. Men DO appreciate the overall effect but they're not hard-wired to drill down to the particulars. Just revel in the fact that your girlfriend notices when you so much as change a SHADE of lipstick!

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
Not every woman in old slippers can manage to look like Cinderella. - Don Marquis

BLOG OF THE DAY: (You simply MUST see this)
Nectar and Light

NOTE: I won't be here tomorrow. I'm driving out to visit The Mother and The Sister. We're going to do some thrifting and pretend we're the ladies who lunch. We're going to have a pajama party too! So, I'll see you all on Friday. Be good.