I had left a pot in the rack or the sink or something and he went all postal on me demanding a meeting, stating that to consider the kitchen clean, the counters should be cleared and wiped, pot's washed and put away and ready for the next guy blah blah blah...
For all intents and purposes I have stopped using the kitchen when he is home. In fact, I retreat to my room until he heads off to work. Thank God he works mostly nights.
Cold war ensues.
Well anyway, his idea of wiped is to rearrange the grease. Here's how I found the stove today.
Click on any image for a close up of this science experiment
2 comments:
Better not come to my house...
He's just a dirty, careless, inadequate little teapot!
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