I say nothing

In this semi-fictional blog, I minimize talk of my Mother-in-Law. It is too rich a subject. A minefield. Not too rich for a fully fictional blog. But this blog is semi-fictional. And that means that it is semi-non-fictional. And that is the dangerous bit. One must be somewhat political.

It is a minefield. And that only leads to injury. We all think that we can navigate a minefield. Sure it's easy- just don’t step on the metal bits. But if it is really that easy, where do all of the one-legged people come from? Best to stay behind the ‘Beware. Mines!’ tape.

So I don't say much, and in particular, nothing about how it makes sense, when you are putting the dishes away, not to stack a plate on top of a bowl, but rather the other way around, or even better, stack the bowl on the other bowl of the same size that is right beside it.

I say nothing of this. Nor of how it's best to let your Tupperware dry before putting the top on it and stacking in a frying pan.

Nor of how cereal doesn't need to go in the fridge, but fish does.

I say nothing.