Sunday

why is it . . .

. . . that I do the dishes every night, and by the next evening there are like twelve cups, six bowls, four plates, three pans, and a bucket full of dirty silverwear waiting for me in the sink. I have two theories:

1. Robin uses as many dishes as she can during the course of a day. Why use just one plate for lunch when you could use two? . . . one for rice and a separate one for beans. After all, she doesn't have to wash them.

2. Elves - They break into our apartment at night, eat our food and leave dirty dishes. Maybe I should set up our new camera tonight to see if I can catch them on tape. Tricky little buggers.

Either way, I think this guy is to blame.