Something Terrible Happened

I love ice cream. Love it. And after a long, stressful day I would rather hang out with Ben&Jerry than pretty much anyone else.

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.

If anyone needs me, I'll be in my chair.
With my Listerine bottle close by.