Keep the faucet away from me

I was involved in a group project the other day. It involved work in the kitchen. I gladly raised my hands to do the cooking. However, I told the group that I am a lousy dishwasher and will not fancy getting my hands soaked with washing detergent because my palms will get itchy if I do that.

So, I told them I will take the stove and keep the faucet away from me. I am so glad we have so many pairs of hands and all of us deal with different jobs.

I did not have to wash too many plates and pans. Thank goodness because I cannot imagine being Cinderella. I would rather be the Jamie Oliver-wannabe, please.