Tupper what?

I mean...why bother using the perfectly clean, perfectly capable glass Tupperware we invested in when you can simply plop the pan you used to cook your dinner directly into the fridge?

Smokey the Bear Would not Approve

Sometimes when we cook the smoke detector goes off. The husband read somewhere that if you put a shower cap over the smoke detector, it won't beep.

NOT TRUE!

Get a Room

And by get a room I mean...open the closet door and throw your clothes in the hamper!

We've covered this before.

Let's hope this habit doesn't turn out like the toilet paper and paper towels nonsense we've got going on around here.

PS- But look how neat and organized the top of that bedside table is!

Paper Towels Part Six

I mean...they speak for themselves at this point, right? 

Part One

Part Two
Part Three
Part Four

Part Five

Hand-me-down Food is Not Okay

For as long as I've known Steve, he's been surrounded by people who give him random food that they've made or grown. He has no intention of eating this food most of the time. But he brings it home and shows it off and then just lets it sit. For days. For weeks. Whatever.

This morning, while going through the cabinet looking for something, I came across this poor, sad, lonely baked good thingy.

I'm not eating it.
I know Steve's not eating it.

It's been in there for at least two days.
Just waiting.

Who will throw it out first? Me? Or Steve?

We all know the answer to that.

Before I flung it into the trash, I of course had to photograph it. Why would he save this? What did he think was going to happen to this? At the very least, put this shit in the super small snack size bag you put your oversized onion in, Husband.

Spaghetti Sauce Surprises

Full disclosure: Steve makes the best spaghetti and meatballs around. I love when he makes them. It's a somewhat elaborate meal for him to make that takes up a big chunk of his afternoon and evening to perfect. He cooks with love and it definitely showed.

However...(we all knew that was coming).

After we all sat down to eat. I ran back into the kitchen to grab something and just shook my head and laughed at the sight that greeted me inside the sauce pot. What you can't see here is that the burner was, of course, left on. And if you're wondering what in the world is inside the pan. Well. It's a glass measuring cup of course!

PS- I could think of a few other things that could really help get the rest of that sauce out there easier. And one of them is resting right beside the pot.

Financial Stability Does Not Look Like This...

In an attempt to keep better track of our finances, Steve and I have "committed" to tracking our expenses by keeping our receipts.

A+ for keeping the receipts.

F for showing absolutely no willingness to do anything helpful or useful with them other than give me a daily anxiety attack.

What always happens is I get to a point where I simply cannot take it anymore and organize and track them myself.

PS- Underneath all those receipts is a jury duty summons. I wonder how that one will turn out.

Oatmeal Explosion

I will concede here and say that our microwave isn't in the most desirable location. It's placed on top of the fridge, because listen, counter real estate is sparse in our kitchen.

However.

When you make something like oatmeal every single morning. And you take the bowl out of the microwave and there's remnants of oatmeal around the entire perimeter of your bowl...chances are there's some oatmeal that needs to be cleaned up.

But my husband is very busy in the morning before he leaves for work. So it wouldn't cross his mind to look inside OR to wipe the tray down.

However.

When I go to use it and I can't even get my plate or bowl to stay upright because there's oatmeal leftovers caked onto the tray...yeah...time to clean up your mess. 

Washcloth Meets Sink...and Stays There

From Joan in Chicago. With the caption: "Because it's so hard to wring it out."

Tea Remnants Left Behind

My friend Michelle wrote about this once upon a time and while this isn't the first time the sink has looked like this, it has been looking like this consistently since the husband switched from coffee to tea. I know it's only a matter of time before he goes back to being a coffee drinker. And I'm actually looking forward to that based on what he leaves behind when he goes to work each morning:

PS- I promise you that's tea.

Peanut Butter Goes Missing

I searched high and low inside our cabinets for the peanut butter today.

Only to find it inside the fridge.

I know some of the fancy, natural peanut butter goes in the fridge after you open it, but not Skippy.

Now I know when I'm looking for something- look in the fridge!