Mrs. Cranky never fails to amaze me. She has a right way and a wrong way to do everything, and I always choose the wrong way.
If I complain she reminds me of what a good wife she is compared to my first two. I then remind her that the bar was set pretty low!
The other day before dinner she asks me,
“What did you do to the potato brush?”
“What the hell is a potato brush?”
“The brush with the green handle, I use it to clean my potatoes.”
“It is by the dish detergent…I used it to clean the dishes.”
“I knew it! Now I have to wash it.”
“Who ever heard of a potato brush?”
“Everyone; how else to clean a potato?”
“Not everyone. I just rub them under water with my hands, that is how my mom did it and anyone I have ever known does it.”
“That won’t get all the dirt out of the potato.”
“Sure it does and who cares anyway, it is farm dirt, farm dirt is clean dirt, and why do you have to wash a brush that has just cleaned a dish, you don’t wash it after you brush the potato?”
“Not the same thing and I don’t want to mix dish dirt with farm dirt.”
“Because farm dirt is good dirt and dish dirt is bad dirt?”
“Just don’t use my potato brush to clean dirty dishes!”
“Can I use my hands after cleaning a potato the normal way…with my hands?”
“NO! Use the potato brush…Jerk!”
Still she does step over the bar with ease.