555: problems
Yeah, this is getting quite old, but we're still having couple problems--us vs. the other couple.
I've been making a habit of clearing out the sink at the end of my day, if there's anything in it, as there's absolutely no point in leaving dishes in the sink when they can just as easily go in the dishwasher. Thing is, the dishwasher is almost completely empty, but the drying rack is STACKED FULL. AGAIN. Furthermore, the old disgusting paper towel underneath it is gone, replaced with a cloth towel--
--are Charles and I the only ones with a concept of mildew? I should have saved the old, massively-mildewed towel and tacked it on the fridge as example, it seems! Even after I took out the last cloth towel and replaced it with a paper one, this is apparently going to be a recurring issue until
A. they break up and we kick the bitch out, or
B. they move out [more likely],
because there's clearly no evidence of things changing here.
[That, or I finally buy that stupid thing that goes under the rack, which I apparently ought to do ANYWAY, but paper towels are already in our possession and easily tossed.]
I'm still trying to figure out what these damn test tube thingies are perpetually lying next to the drying rack, too. It's enough of a struggle getting things put away when I know where they ought to go. I'm BARELY getting it through that I hate having things lying randomly about the kitchen, though, and it's clear the two large children aren't going to put their stuff away.
She thinks we don't like her? Hmm, news flash! |:' [He doesn't do enough on his own to piss me off. Without the excess baggage, we'd pretty much live harmoniously.]
*tangent*
Despite having had virtually no problems with the jurburs lately, I am starting to get nightmares about them again, in various states of illness/injury/neglect/death :( This time, it actually was them, instead of random gerbils I've found out of nowhere, which makes it all the more upsetting.
For what it's worth, I've been trying to take better care of them. I've been concerned that they haven't been eating their normal food--what with their stuffing stuff into the chutes so they can't find the food anymore--and I got a small bird feeder that HOPEFULLY she won't chew up instead of the food... unfortunately, all the feeders I could find were for outdoor use and/or made of plastic.
I only got one feeder because I had problems telling apart two items that looked similar but had a different SKU and when I got home I realized the one that was twenty cents more was a pack of TWO of the same feeder instead of just one |:/
So Lord British gets to eat his food out of the ceramic bath thing! If he doesn't just dump on it, instead.
*blinks*
I was a month early... JULY 8 :p Stupid June/July!
Well, a year is a long time for small fuzzy things anyway, so close enough ¬_¬
I've been making a habit of clearing out the sink at the end of my day, if there's anything in it, as there's absolutely no point in leaving dishes in the sink when they can just as easily go in the dishwasher. Thing is, the dishwasher is almost completely empty, but the drying rack is STACKED FULL. AGAIN. Furthermore, the old disgusting paper towel underneath it is gone, replaced with a cloth towel--
--are Charles and I the only ones with a concept of mildew? I should have saved the old, massively-mildewed towel and tacked it on the fridge as example, it seems! Even after I took out the last cloth towel and replaced it with a paper one, this is apparently going to be a recurring issue until
A. they break up and we kick the bitch out, or
B. they move out [more likely],
because there's clearly no evidence of things changing here.
[That, or I finally buy that stupid thing that goes under the rack, which I apparently ought to do ANYWAY, but paper towels are already in our possession and easily tossed.]
I'm still trying to figure out what these damn test tube thingies are perpetually lying next to the drying rack, too. It's enough of a struggle getting things put away when I know where they ought to go. I'm BARELY getting it through that I hate having things lying randomly about the kitchen, though, and it's clear the two large children aren't going to put their stuff away.
She thinks we don't like her? Hmm, news flash! |:' [He doesn't do enough on his own to piss me off. Without the excess baggage, we'd pretty much live harmoniously.]
*tangent*
Despite having had virtually no problems with the jurburs lately, I am starting to get nightmares about them again, in various states of illness/injury/neglect/death :( This time, it actually was them, instead of random gerbils I've found out of nowhere, which makes it all the more upsetting.
For what it's worth, I've been trying to take better care of them. I've been concerned that they haven't been eating their normal food--what with their stuffing stuff into the chutes so they can't find the food anymore--and I got a small bird feeder that HOPEFULLY she won't chew up instead of the food... unfortunately, all the feeders I could find were for outdoor use and/or made of plastic.
I only got one feeder because I had problems telling apart two items that looked similar but had a different SKU and when I got home I realized the one that was twenty cents more was a pack of TWO of the same feeder instead of just one |:/
So Lord British gets to eat his food out of the ceramic bath thing! If he doesn't just dump on it, instead.
*blinks*
I was a month early... JULY 8 :p Stupid June/July!
Well, a year is a long time for small fuzzy things anyway, so close enough ¬_¬