Yogurt Lid

Hours after the husband consumed his yogurt, I walked into the kitchen and found the lid mere inches away from the trash. I'll never understand the logic of stuff like this...

Wetsuit Storage

My husband, a surfer, rarely knows what to do with his wetsuit when he returns from a hard day of surfing (which usually happens while I'm working). But it's common for me to walk into the bathroom and find his wetsuit balled up in a pile in the tub. I don't know how he expects it to not smell or ever get dry. Usually I end up wiping up the pile of sand he's schlepped into the apartment and then come up with a better solution to hang the wetsuit for maximum drying potential. (I'll post a picture of that concoction the next time the wetsuit comes out to play).

Paper Towels

Back by popular demand...

I've been hesitant to post on this here blog only because I myself haven't been the perfect roommate. But, I guess in the end, that hasn't really stopped me, now has it?

I can't tell you when this was taken...I just know it was a few months ago. And I've been holding onto this gem. I mean...honestly. This is nasty. Please, in the future, dear husband of mine, just throw that nasty paper towel out instead of leaving it on the roll.