Dishrags
I’ve got several dishrags in my kitchen. Some of them are used to clean the kitchen, some of them are used to dry my hands. But all of them are simply used.
Over and over, several times a day. I really don’t give them another thought. Whenever they get dirty, I just drop them in the washer and wash them. Every so often I’ll bleach them.
They come out, go in the dryer. And they are ready for use again.
I feel like a dishrag.
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