What doesn't belong

This is the counter space where i do most of my chopping, stirring, marinating, and plating.
It makes sense because its right next to the stove.

But I really hate it when hubby leaves all sorts of crap there.  PARTICULARLY his keys and wallet and pocketknife.  ITS THE KITCHEN COUNTER!!! Not your dresser or the key holder which we have by the door!!!!

So in that picture: you will see his wallet, keys, and water bottle (from the gym). Behind the fan (THE FAN - WTF IS THAT DOING THERE?!) are TWO yes TWO pocket knives.

Money

Hubby complains all the time about the high cost of living.

Yet this month, he is canceling is $112 per month Manhattan gym membership. And even though he is already paid up for this month, he plans on signing up for his $160 per month Crossfit gym membership this weekend.  Totaling $270 this month on gym membership expenses.

Dish Towels

In our kitchen, we have several dish towels hanging from the dishwasher or the oven so when you wash your hands, those towels are right there in reaching distance from the kitchen sink so you can dry your hands.  Whenever I wash my hands, I can't find the towels because the husband likes to take the towels out from where they are hanging, then dry his hands and then hangs them on the kitchen chair.  It drives me mad because I am standing near the sink with sopping wet hands and have no towel to dry them.  Instead, they are here:

 

 

I especially love how he takes them all and piles them high on the kitchen chair and they actually fall to the ground.  And nope, he still won't pick them up or put them back where they belong.  At the end of the day, I am taking all 5 towels from the chair or floor and hanging them where they belong.   At least put them back so I can dry my hands!!  Ughhhh!!

 

Morning Delight

What I often find at 6am in the morning. 

The recycling bin is UNDER the sink.

The garbage can is only two feet away. 

Nap time

 So it's Sunday afternoon and I'm taking care of the house and the kids.  The one kid who should be napping isn't and the adult who shouldn't be napping is. 

It's not me. *grumble*