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.

Clean the f'n counter!

I imagine this being covered completely with ants when I'm gone on my two-week vacation. I may need to have my twin visit to see what the place looks like when I'm not even in the country!

Dehydration

Why is refilling the water one of the most difficult tasks for my husband to do?

I woke up this morning to find the nearly empty water pitcher thingy perched atop the counter a mere few inches away from the sink.

This is not uncommon. It's just usually still inSIDE the fridge. So this is a step in the right direction. I guess.

Who Cares About Safety?!

Apparently not my husband!

I found this on the table last night. I gave him until this morning to see if he'd put it back up to ensure my safety in our home- which is where I also work.

No such luck.

Boxer Short Alley

Sometimes shoe alley gets overridden by boxer short alley.

Distance to hamper? Five steps east.

Emptying the Dishwasher

From Joan in Chicago: So, my husband does the dishes if I cook, and vice versa. Yesterday, I cooked. Really cooked, not some frozen pizza. Well, he unloaded the dishwasher and instead of putting the dishes away, he thought they would be just fine on the table. I suppose it makes setting the table easier? Notice the dishwasher is right behind the table. Suspicious. The cabinet it at least nine steps away.

Molly's Note: I love that the husband doesn't put dishes away as if he was a maid or visitor who doesn't know where the dishes belong! Classic.

Garbage

We have a deal. I clean, basically everything in our home, and the husband is responsible for taking out the trash and brushing the dog. And yet, both need to be done with reminders. (I promise I don't suck to live with!).

While I appreciate my husband taking out the trash, is it really too much to ask for him to replace the trash bag and put the liner back into the trash can?

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.