Last night I did dishes.
When your average, every day gal says she did dishes last night, she doesn't mean anything impressive. When I say I did dishes last night, it means that I triumphed over all sorts of scary substances. I don't know which is worse - the mold that's smelly, or the weird dry, powdery mold. Both of which were hiding in my sink. I washed all the dishes, cleaned (well, brushed off) the stove and counters. Tonight the goal is the fridge, where I'm sure I'll meet all sorts of new creatures of the moldy variety.
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