Careful

Time for an admission: I, sometimes, simply lick the spoon clean and put it back in the drawer. It's out! I'll scoop peanut butter from the jar, eat it, "clean" the spoon, and shove it back in the drawer.

In my defense this apartment does not come with a dishwasher and I'm not about to soap, scrub, and rinse a spoon to protect myself from my own germs. That's a waste of time.

I do clean the silverware if company is coming. If I'm to entertain I'll clean this place up, but I have to know in advance. If you don't tell me you're coming by you run the risk of eating from a licked spoon.


P.S. The message of this post: I hate pop-ins. I demand a warning. I demand it politely of course.

P.P.S. If you're tired of random pop-ins, I suggest you start licking things too. Let the invaders know, as soon as they call, rather then burst in, the threatening licks stop . Rest assured, you're not barbaric, you just want the option to say, "I'm busy." We all want a lil' empowerment.