You know what it is. I pour the juice, the cereal, brew water for tea and all he has to do on a weekend is go in the frig, get out the milk bottle (yes, we have milk delivered in half-gallon bottles) and say “Smell this.” “Is it good?”
Saturday was an active day and we got home late afternoon for me to make homemade mac and cheese. The milk was sour. I always put the newest bottle in back but inadvertantly I switched them and went to use the milk on the 15th when it was dated the 9th. Whoops.
Getting ready to go to the store to get fresh milk, hubby walked in after a walk with the dog and said “Honey, I think she rolled in something dead. Smell her.”
She walked about five feet from me right into bath time. Since then she’s shed about two dogs in big clumps. The weather has gone from warm to cold (snowed first week of October) and back again so she grows an undercoat then sheds it just as fast.
When Jim and I first met, just over ten years ago he had an ingenious laundry “system” called clean pile/dirty pile. He would pile dirty laundry in front of the washer, then toss it in, change to the dryer and once it was done dump all the clean and dry clothes in front of the dryer. Whenever he needed a matching pair of socks, he’d have to hunt for them before going to work.
That lasted a week as I knew he was going to have to move home because he’d been “dot-bombed” back in 2001. So I organized everything in a great closet. Two weeks ago he moved away, but he was back with a new job in three weeks and after a short time I was able to find him a house about 1,000 feet from mine. I didn’t have a w/d at the time so I said if he bought them, I’d do both of our laundry. So now shirts get laundered and ironed (not by me), clothing appears magically in the closet and drawers, breakfast and dinner are home-made and the house is clean.
In the former “man cave” the only things in his frig were one frozen lasagna, a gift from his mother’s visit a few months before, one 72 oz. Big Gulp Dr. Pepper, and individually wrapped string cheese.
There were three pieces of furniture in his living room, a door on top of two filing cabinets as a desk with the dual-brained computer he built from scratch in 2000, a chair to sit in, and a recliner. There was a path from the frig to the computer littered with string cheese wrappers.
Someday he’ll have a man cave of his own, in a light and bright home. We have the light and bright home, just not room for the cave.
Can these men be tamed? Why bother. My very own “human tornado” will continue getting water all over the bathroom, spill Dr. Pepper on the carpet and spoil the dog. It’s par for the course. After ten years together, aside from the “smell this” issue, we’re doing just fine. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 