Normally, I think of housework as thankless work. Necessary, and appreciated, on some level, I'm sure. But thanks aren't always expressed. Until today. I was cleaning a pot of burned on chili - the kind where it's been simmering for a long time, and is now one with the pot. It was a charred mess requiring hours of soaking. After rinsing the pot, and brushing out most of the mess, I was greeted with the biggest smile I've ever seen on a pot.
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