At around 11:30 last night a big storm blew through that knocked our power out. Loss of electricity is nothing new when you live this far out in the boondocks. Since DH was due home shortly after midnight, I went ahead and started his supper. We have a gas stove, due largely in part to the power outages thing. I managed to get supper cooked, using a combination of a huge ol' maglite and an oil lamp. DH got home, we ate. Immediately after eating I insisted upon taking an oil lamp to the kitchen so I could do the dishes. DH tried to talk me out of doing them, saying they could wait till the morning and light. He's still teasing me about my OCCD (obsessive compulsive cleaning disorder) this morning. I know the dishes had to be done for two reasons. First off, I hate the thought of waking up to find a sink full of dirty dishes. Secondly, my Mom would find a way to come back and haunt me if I left so much as a dirty spoon in the sink! So, what would you have done? Vote now! By the way, we don't have a dishwasher, nor do I particularly want one.