So the other night, I was in the kitchen and had retrieved my Chocolate Therapy (actual flavor name) from the freezer and was about to grab a spoon from the drawer but, alas, there were no spoons to be had. Being a thinker, I turned to the obvious place for clean dishes - the dishwasher. I was like, mostly almost 100% sure the dishes in there were clean. I mean, there was no smell and things looked shiny so that was good enough for me.
I settled into my chair and commenced ice cream yummy time.
Upon my return to the kitchen to put the Chocolate Therapy away before I housed the entire thing without thinking about it, I felt a question tingle in the back of my mind.
When did I run the dishwasher? Why don't I remember? Hmm....
So, I opened it up and pulled out some other stuff.
The other stuff...wasn't clean. Or shiny.
But my spoon was shiny...how could that be?
Oh right. I usually let the dogs lick my spoon after using it. They're very thorough.
|OH. My. EW.|
With my Listerine bottle close by.