Tiffany believes in washing dishes with hot water and soap. (Yeah, she’s one of those nutjobs.) Anyway, I noticed today my old dish soap is nearly gone.
I get the feeling these two things are related.
Poor soap. It’s hard to fathom, I mean, it’s been with me my whole adult life. Longer than Tiffany. Longer than the dogs.
How does one just say Goodbye?