Maggie and I have a deal: I take Panda out at night, and she does the dishes. After Friday night's dinner party, I definitely had the better end of the deal.
First, she ran out of room on the drying rack.
Then, she ran out of room on the fold-out table in the kitchen.
Luckily, the rest fit on our stovetop.
Because we didn't prepare anything in advance, we ended up using almost all the dishes, pots and pans in the kitchen. This just in from Maggie: "Dear Dishwasher - I miss you. Love, Maggie"
PS Props to everyone out there who never uses a dishwasher and still throws awesome dinner parties. (Especially Becky.)
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