The Dish that Won the Day...

Isn't it interesting that whenever you do dishes (or at least me), there is always that one rogue dish that was able to avoid being noticed until you have dried your hands, cleaned the sink, and dried the counter? Today it was the 1/8 tsp measuring device.... sometimes I wash that fugitive dish out of spite, to teach it a lesson so that it will know not to try and out-wit me again. Today the little spoon won the battle. My hands were pruned and I was ready to be done. He now sits all alone next to the sink, waiting for the next wash process. But who knows... maybe the solitary confinement will be a better method. Maybe an alternate psychological approach would be beneficial. Or maybe I'm the one who's going crazy. The spoon is getting inside my head!