Do you remember that Palmolive's commercial from way back when? You know, the one where the lady's hands were softer after doing dishes with Palmolive? I really thought that was cool as a kid. I could grow up to be a lady with soft hands.
But now that we have a new house with a fully modern kitchen I must say that I've found something even better! It's called . . . a dishwasher (something we did not grow up with). Think of it. You put your semi-rinsed dishes (depends on what we had for dinner) into this lovely machine that then washes away all of the dirt and grime and mashed potatoes and germs and whatever else is on your dishes (and with three kids, you never know). In less than the time it takes me to sing the National Anthem, I can have the previous day's dishes unloaded and that day's dishes loaded and then be on my merry way (okay, maybe if I sing all the verses).
The best part is I don't have to have my hands in yucky, gunky water that chafes and cracks. It's a miracle! It's modern! It's better than Palmolive!
