LadyTrout apparently has a neurological condition regarding utensils. She does not seem to understand the concept that instead of using eighteen different articles of silverware to prepare one meal, maybe you can just use, like, two, and rinse them off in between uses. Maybe that's a thing you can do, because water + a sponge = a clean spoon. WHAT IS THIS SORCERY, THE WITCH MUST BE PURGED WITH FIRE.

Last night, she made meatloaf, and it was quite good, but when I went to clean up the sink afterwards, I discovered that we literally had NO clean spoons or knives. When I asked her about it, she claimed this was from "several days' use." This is clearly a vile calumny, because I cleaned the sink two days before that and we had plenty of them. I swear she found a way to use like five knives and eight spoons in the course of making one meal. I'm still baffled at how she even managed it.

This isn't even a major annoyance (because I can always just rinse off the damned spoon myself), just a thing I don't understand. Then again, I don't understand her weird terror of sponges, either (it's not like I leave them sitting there dirty on the edge of the sink). I'm basically Ron Burgundy at this point; I'm not even mad that she ate an entire wheel of cheese and pooped in the refrigerator, I'm just amazed and confused at how she even managed it.