Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Oh Boys...

I love living with boys. I've learned a lot. I mean, I kind of already knew how disgusting they were from my dad and brother, but I'm noticing over time that all men have similar habits. Such as the following:

1. they love coin jars. I think it's the funniest thing! And they love them to be near the door not hidden away somewhere like where I keep my coins. One day, one just showed up on my kitchen counter. It hasn't left and I don't mind it. I hear the boys go into it once in a while and I smile.

2. They DO NOT clean the fridge out. They don't care that there are 3 containers of milk in there all with a few drops left. They just keep them there. While the boys have been gone I cleaned it out and found a container of milk from February. That's kind of gross, but again, I don't mind. I've accepted that there are some things they won't do. Now, spilling something in there and not cleaning it up, does bother me. Arg.

3. They love leaving stray articles of clothing all over the house. I have a shirt and a sock on my bar stool, had a towel on the couch once for a few days, and currently a sock and a shirt in the dryer. It's like they start stripping once they walk through the door.

4. They will not take out the garbage until it is overflowing/making a trail to the door. I can't stand an overflowing garbage can. But boys just keep piling shit up in there until you can hardly close the bag. What's up with that?


Why is it you ask, that I am so easy going about all this? Like my friend Jersey L says, I am part man. It's not so much that I can think like one, but I've observed enough people to know what typical man behavior is and I've accepted their limitations. She also brought up a good point, that unfortunately, even though I am part man, I am also part female. And it's the emotional part that is my demise. Because, underneath this tough exterior is a girl with a very large romantic comedy movie collection among her superhero and action movies. That part always gets me into 'pickles' as my sister likes to say.

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