NotSoCloseCall

Sailor here.

Mom has two sponges for washing the dishes: the amorphous, boring human
sponge and the beautiful porous dog sponge. She does the human dishes with
the human sponge and not surprisingly, she does the dog dishes with the dog
sponge. She keeps them separate. Her sponge is on top of the sink within
easy reach; my sponge is under the sink where I can say Hi whenever the
cupboard door opens. Hers is blue. Mine is pink. Or, at sponge rotating
time, hers becomes pink and mine becomes blue.

When her blue sponge becomes old and starts to shed, she pulls a new pink
sponge from the pantry and it takes its place on the top of the sink. She
then moves the old blue sponge to its new exalted position under the sink and
the previously exalted pink dog sponge gets tossed in the garbage for the
garbage men to steal on Garbage Stealing Day. This is the routine, anyway.

It seems that sometime over the Christmas holidays, someone who shall remain
nameless switched the sponges. This someone remains nameless because we
don't know who made the switch. The pink sponge moved to the blue position
and the blue sponge moved to the pink position. Don't ask me how this came to
pass, but Mom says that there was a glitch in her rotation system and she
forgot what was which. She did our dishes with the opposite sponges for
almost three months!

I don't know how she discovered her grievous error, but, uncharacteristically
for Mom, she has decided not to stress about this. Based on my continued
good health, she figures that no harm was done. I quite agree. After all,
if I can kiss her on her face and be kissed in return, how bad can switching
sponges permeated with suds and hot water truly be for either of us?

I thought that was the end of the sponge fiasco, but no. Mom broke out
another new sponge for the top of the sink and rotated her sponge to my
position under the sink. I'd have thought she'd break out a new one for my
spot in the cupboard! Moms are unfathomable at times, especially when it
comes to cleaning up.

Sailor in apparent glowing health, sponges notwithstanding