Dishwasher king
I am, quite simply, the dishwasher king. Nobody can get as much stuff into a dishwasher – and it all comes out clean. It offends me to leave anything on the counter, so I will move stuff around until every last cup and spoon is crammed in there somewhere. I was quite proud of this until recently, when I visited my parents in Texas. Mom and I were loading her dishwasher, and she said “I’ll finish it up – nobody can get as much stuff into a dishwasher as I can!” Up to that point, I never knew I had inherited such a fabulous skill. I guess it is true that we eventually all turn into our parents. It’s nice then, to have parents worth following.