Back Away Slow
I know I can be sort of high-maintanence with all the Let’s Not Get Shut Down Because Your Bedroom Is A Biohazard stuff I go on and on about, but I have to draw the line at finding everything — EVERYTHING — in that photo up above, under Alpha Male’s bed down below.
I mean, really?
Doesn’t one start to notice yogurt containers when they start growling at you?
And considering that I just posted this morning about all the dust, I’m concerned people are going to start thinking we never clean around here. Because, trust me, WE CLEAN.
In fact, it seems like at least half of each weekend is taken up with the regimen of keeping Startship Our House from spinning out of orbit.
But, again…really? A half-eaten Little Debbie Nutty Bar?
I mean…I was a teenager once. I get it.
So: Empty cereal bowl?
I get it.
Dirty spoon?
I get it.
Yogurt, Starbucks, candy wrapper, dinner plate, pudding cups?
I. GET. IT.
But what kind of person doesn’t eat both Nutty Bars?!
There is no way that boy came from my loins.
Hey look at it this way, at least you didnt find any of your precious socks under there.
OMG – this cracks me up on soooo many levels! (I totally get that nutty bar thing!!) It reminded me of when we discovered that our little litter-bug had abandoned the under-the-bed-receptacle, in favor of removing the window screen and throwing Pepsi bottles and leftover pizza OUT THE WINDOW. Into the shrubs. In the middle of the winter.
I would be remiss if I did not point out that the effort to remove said screen and toss said uneaten-pizza out the window was FAR greater than the effort required to schlepp it down to the kitchen and throw it away.