...or literally when I wash anything in the bathroom sink. I think I may have washed my last dish in my 1980's pedestal sink in the upstairs bathroom, where the drying rack is actually the inside of the claw foot tub, probably covered in dog hair and saw dust. A bathroom is not a substitute for a kitchen people. And it's not my last dish because we magically finished the renovations, it is my last dish because I just can't anymore. I just can't.
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