The Big Spoons

I noticed that this morning Kb had to use a big spoon for his breakfast cereal. And for lunch, I broke out a big spoon for my tomato soup.

When the big spoons emerge, I know it's way past time to do dishes. The regular sized spoons have all been dirtied and are sitting on the right side of the sink with their dish or cup counterparts, ready for their washing.

By the way, it was my New Years resolution to do the dishes more frequently. And up until today, I'd been doing pretty well. We do not have a dishwasher, but I don't mind doing the dishes. My mother has never had a dishwasher; we also never had to resort to the big spoons. What can I say, mom was on top of stuff. The way I see it, the biggest advantage to the dishwasher is it conceals all those unsightly dirty dishes until you're ready to wash them.

Cleared counters are like a trophy. When the counter tops are clean and all the clutter put away you can almost hear the Hallelujah chorus.  If you listen close.

But today, instead of a Hallelujah, it's more like a dirge. Today, I've opted to camp out on the couch and watch episodes of "Shark Tank." Intriguing show, that is. Oddly, I find it interesting to witness people stick out their necks to have them cut off or celebrated by wealthy individuals. I don't think I have the guts to be an entrepreneur. One cross word from the "sharks," and I'd be in a corner in the fetal position. Kudos to all those tycoons.

Who invented the big spoons anyway? And for what purpose? Surely, there meaningfulness extends beyond playing back-up to the regular spoons. I can't imagine that pitch going over very well with the sharks. I suppose the big spoons are adequate for serving corn or the California Blend vegetables. I definitely don't need more than one big spoonful of those.

Now I'm just procrastinating. Is it obvious?