It's obvious. We know it's obvious. We all do it anyways. This writer in particular has a knack for coating every surface in her tiny kitchen with a different substance (flour, gravy, chocolate) and walking around the bend to eat supper only to return to her kitchen and demand aloud, "Who's in charge here?"
The answer, unfortunately, is always: "You, and you are lazy."
So clean up as you go. Start soaking the difficult egg frying pan; pop the sticky spoon into some soapy water; rinse plates and start stacking the dishwasher. You know the drill. Because what's more wonderful -- especially with summer 'round the bend -- than eating the final swirl of pasta, polishing off that last glass of wine and waltzing out to the patio, the driveway or heck, the lawn, to sprawl out and rejoice in the nothingness you have to do next?
Answer: Not a lot.
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