I have only one complaint about living w/my lovely boyfriend: he doesn't pick up after himself. His mother did this for him when he was a child. In college, I'm guessing his roommates did. The band house...well, no one cleaned up there, aside from the occasional girlfriend who couldn't handle the filth. What's worse is he doesn't even realize that he's doing it. Earlier this evening, I handed him something assuming that he would put it away in its' proper location. Instead, he made a half-hearted attempt to chunk it on the nightstand and, when it failed to go the distance, left it where it landed. Immediatly I pounced. Judging by the alternating looks of shock and embarrasement, I decided he probably tossed it without even looking at or thinking about what was in his hand.
Yeah, he's a genius. Now if I could only get him to put his socks away....
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Our Civil War
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