The Nasty Pot

We all have our moments where if no one is around, we do things that may or may not freak other people out. We all do stuff, me included, that being said he goes:

 

We live a semi-minimalist lifestyle in our 800 square foot home. It's close quarters and there's not a lot of room for stuff. Our kitchen has basically two pots, one small (1.5 Qt.) and one large (a gallon). Both are stainless steel with thick bottoms and carefully selected treasures to go the distance.

A couple of days ago I walked in on Don soaking his hand in Epson salts in the small pot. Now we've been together for 17 years and our communication levels are pretty good. Rarely do we ever yell and far be it from either of us to make any house rules like the cooking pots are for cooking only. In the past we had a situation like placing a bowl under the pipe of the sink so the dirty trap could drain....but that's ancient history and never have we ever had an issue about a pot.

So I took a deep breath and I said:

"Are you soaking your hand in our little cooking pot?"

and he replied, "Yes. I like to dissolve the Epsom salt and then I can re-heat it".

I replied:

"Al righting then, however, I don't like that you are using a cooking pot for that purpose. I know that you grew up on a farm and everything is about form, fit and function, but I don't like it. This reminds me of when I was in my early 20's and some young friends of ours made us a spaghetti dinner and they had large bowls so the cook dumped the dog's bowl, washed it and then plopped the drained spaghetti in that dog bowl saying that a dogs mouth was sterile. It just brings back memories of how I feel conflicted about some stuff, so would you please not ever do that again? It creeps me out!"

Don just laughed and said:

"Okay, sweetheart. I'll just find an old pot at goodwill and use that for Epsom salt soaks. I promise."

Well, today we went shopping at goodwill and he found a small slow cooker (2 quart) for only five dollars and when we got home in big bold letters he wrote on it THE NASTY POT and we decided to store it for future use under the sink in our bathroom.

 

On the way home in the car I said to Don: "You know why communication works so well with you and why I'm not afraid to tell you stuff?"

and he said: "No, why?"

and I said: "Because, you don't get offend. You have a thick crusty skin."

and

he replied: "Yes. Thick crusty skin and that's why I need soaks!"

'nuff said.