One truly disturbing scenario, if not just a modern-day-domestic-camp-fire-scary-story, happened to me tonight. I was sitting with Micah, when I remembered loading the dishwasher the day before, though not running it, and when I got home I remember it being unloaded. Seeing as how my brother was home for less than an hour that night I wasn't sure how he could have run the dishwasher and unloaded it. The wheels in my head began to turn. "Did you run the dishwasher yesterday?" I asked him. "I unloaded it," he replied. "Right, I know you did. But did you run it?" "No, I just unloaded it." "But I didn't run it." "I thought you ran it." "No, I just loaded it." "And I unloaded it." And thus, our dishwasher had been both loaded and unloaded, while never actually being cycled and cleaned. We both immediately became overwhelmed with disgust, having eaten off of dishes and drunken out of glasses earlier that evening. Needless to say the dishwasher was packed to the brim and cycled promptly after. Later.