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.

Grated Cheese

Someone used the cheese grater and sprinkled some all over the counter- last night. This is what greeted me when I woke up this morning:


PS- Leftover squash on the counter too. Although that could be blamed on the twin, not the husband.

A Week in the Life of My Husband's Bedside Table

Monday:


Wednesday:


After I clean on Friday:


This will undoubtedly set off the argument that I "hide" his things and put them where he can never find them.

Office Clutter, Oh My!

From Joann in The Valley: When I am sitting at my desk in my home office, which I do 8-10 hours a day, this is my view:

Not captured in this picture is the third monitor, on the shelf to the right. Because two monitors aren't enough!

Also, a half-finished robot in the corner of my office:


And finally, a phone number on a post-it note he got almost a year ago. (For a fellow parent. It's not like he's picking up chicks or anything.) Still sitting on his desk. I don't think he ever called:

I Cook, You Clean

My husband and I have this agreement. If one of us cooks dinner, the other person has to do dishes. A lot of the time this doesn't really work out for me as I end up cleaning up after my husband cleans up. This is a tiny example of what I found in the kitchen this morning after he did the dishes last night:



PS- it's salsa from the quesadillas I made for dinner.

Napkin Explosion

I can only assume what went on here. And I think it's a little something like this. Napkin holder was low. Very full stash of napkins was around. A small amount of napkins came out. And with it came a lot more napkins that were not intended to come along for the ride. Husband places napkins in holder (good!) and leaves the other napkins scattered about (bad!) right in front of the proper home for extra napkins.

Hand me a Knife

From Joan in Chicago: I asked my husband to hand me a knife, when the drawer proved to be holding no knives, he went to the dishwasher to find one. Leaving the drawer open.


Then, notice, he leaves the dishwasher open as well.


He did find a knife though, that should count for something, right?