I've been meaning to post about this, but never got around to it. This is dish soap...not the soap that goes in the dishwasher, but Dawn dish soap. And it really gets foamy in the dishwasher...and no one is owning up to putting it in there. I didn't know it was in there until the soap was pouring out of the washer in big sudsy piles. Oh, well...at least the floor got clean.
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After examining all of zee clues, I 'ave been able to narrow zee culprits to two possi-beel-ities. Zee soup,...er, soap was poot in zee deesh washer, either by your gold fish, "Cuter," or by your husband.
You be the final judge!!
I'm voting for the gold fish. They are slippery little suckers, they do all kinds of things when we are not looking. Watch out they also like to eat all the Oreo's, drink the last pop, and hide your keys.
I think it was Colonel Mustard in the library with a lead pipe. Or maybe Isabelle's been trying to do the dishes. I definitely don't think it was the husband.
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