It’s not even Uncle Steve’s house.
When he comes to dinner, he assigns himself a “job” to feel useful…
Believe me, he doesn’t need to do anything, and we wish he wouldn’t.
But just between you and me….
It’s not even Uncle Steve’s house.
When he comes to dinner, he assigns himself a “job” to feel useful…
Believe me, he doesn’t need to do anything, and we wish he wouldn’t.
But just between you and me….
he’s about 3 teaspoons short of a dishwasher load.