Gnarly Meat

What was I doing when my husband placed HIS gnarly meat on MY plate?

Cleaning the dishes from the dinner I had just made!

Very Dirty Dish

This is what happens when my husband cooks.

Q-Tips...

NEVER belong on the table you eat on. EVER.

Frozen Fries

Maybe I should be worried that my husband keeps putting items that belong in the freezer in the fridge? You may remember the ice cream cake incident?

At any rate, I of course snapped this picture as soon as I saw where he put the bag of frozen french fries.

Wetsuit

The wetsuit is like my third roommate during the summer. And while I'm working hard all day long, my husband is out surfing, then comes home, hangs his wetsuit in the shower and then takes a very long nap.

For the record, it's not fun to take a shower with a wetsuit. It's already tight quarters in there!

And don't even get me started on the sand...(in the shower, all throughout the apartment, in my bed!)

Coffee or Tea?

My husband likes coffee in the morning and tea in the afternoon. And he really likes to not clean up after preparing either drink!

Plastic Bags Galore

Plastic bag explosion. Not to be confused with the napkin explosion.

Leftover Cards

From Joann in The Valley: At the bottom of the pile of junk on his dresser - a Father's Day card. From LAST YEAR. This year's card hasn't even made it to the junk pile yet. It's in the pre-junk pile staging area, otherwise known as the piano.

Sink Drain

From Michelle in San Francisco: Unfortunately you can't see the extent of the crap in the drain....

Floss

Apparently the husband is running out of all sorts of things right now. Because when I walked into the bathroom this morning, this perfectly empty container of floss was sitting on the counter- again, a mere foot away from the trash can.

Toothpaste

I'm sure even if we had that contraption that gets every last bit of toothpaste out of the tube, there would still be absolutely nothing left to use. And yet, instead of ending up in the trash...it remained on the counter, a mere one foot away from the trash.



PS- Don't even get me started on why he's using a travel size toothpaste when we have a full tube of toothpaste ready and waiting to be used.

Recycle Bin

I will admit that our recycle bin is a little tiny. Regardless, I love my husband's habit of putting things not inside the pathetic, tiny excuse of a recycle bin, but instead, directly on top of it and beside it.

This One Takes the Cake

On Tuesday I prepared a dessert which takes about 30 minutes of prep time and then 8-12 hours of sitting time in the freezer for the dessert to set. It's essentially an ice cream cake with all sorts of s'mores goodness throughout and on top to make it a "grown-up version" of the s'mores. Despite inviting a couple of people to help eat it, we still had 1/2 leftover.

On Thursday PM the husband said he had more of the tasty treat (good!) and saved some for me (thank you!).

However, when I opened up the REFRIGERATOR (bad!) yesterday morning, this is what I was greeted with:

(a sea of melted ice cream and sad marshmallows trying to not drown in the disaster)

For your reference, this is what a completed (frozen) s'mores torte looks like. Before:

Hamper

From Joann in The Valley: At least each item of clothing is about 50% in the hamper.

Dog Food- Part 2

Way back when this here blog was first starting up, I wrote about my husband's tendency to leave a tiny amount of dog food in the container. Yet, he took it to a whole new level when I went to feed Clancy (who sometimes could use his own blog dedicated to photographic evidence of being a bad roommate) and found this:

The empty dog food container was placed in front of the bag of dog food. And look! There's some left in there. Refill please.

Where's the Mailbox?

When I came home from a 4-day work trip to Chicago, I asked my husband if he had brought in the mail while I was gone. He looked at me sheepishly, partly knowing his blunder would end up on this here blog and admitted he had not.

When I opened up the mailbox all this came spilling out.

Thank God You Are Back In Town

From Amy in Maryland. Those beer bottles were not gonna just walk themselves to the recycling bin.

Toilet Paper

My husband has this habit of getting so close to replacing the roll of toilet paper. But, almost without fail, he can't quite get the new roll on there. And the thing is, there's never enough toilet paper left on what he leaves behind to justify not just replacing it himself!

There's Only One Coffee Drinker in this House...

...and it's not me!

Wash cloths

Often times, once I wake up and long after my husband has left for the day to be the wonderful, caring school teacher he is...I'll come into the bathroom and be greeted with an obnoxious sopping wet wash cloth that he has used and taken off of the bathtub floor and plopped onto the counter to just sit and get water all over the place.

Like this morning.


He also likes to just take his gently used wet wash cloths and place them on top of his dry towel as well.