It’s dinner party night. Yes, sweaty and flushed, you run around baking bread and breaking eggs before that doorbell bing-bongs, the guests ping-pong, and everyone sits down to eat up your delicious homemade meal. Of course, you enjoy the dinner — you love it, it’s great — but you don’t really enjoy it. No, you’re running … Continue reading #475 When your guests do the dishes even after you told them not to