Not-so-subtle hints
The message I got from Elsbeth the other morning when I went down to fix my breakfast while she was poking around in the closet (trying to decide which of 97 tops to wear) was the remainder of a loaf of olive bread I found on the kitchen counter.
The silent message was to use this bread up because we have run out of English muffins.
Another message I get every morning is a little plastic cup with a handful of vitamin pills, a towel draped over the dishwasher door reminding me not to mash the door closed with my hip as the stuff inside was already washed, and if I do th
