Crickets, Dreams, and Dishes.
I remember what I was going to say yesterday in my update.
I found a cricket yesterday near the proofer in the bakery, haha. The noise was driving me insane, so I started following it. (If anyone could've seen me while walking by, they would've thought I was nuts.) Don't worry, your Tops baking needs don't have crickets in them (I can DOUBLE reassure you about that, because I know how everything's erm... 'made.') I came to the conclusion that it was brought in with our shipment of supplies that had come in. I named the cricket Percy, and then released him out on the loading dock. I mean, I couldn't have left him in the proofer! He would've come out all puffed up like a sweet roll.
I'm not too happy with Curtis right now. Since my mother's out of town until Sunday, nothing has really gotten done around here. Including the dishes. Because I knew this would happen, I've only been using paper plates, and I've used exactly 3 cups. (Yes, I've counted. There's a purpose.) Plus a pan, a fork, and a bowl. Now, if you look at our sink, it's absolutely overflowing with dishes. Dishes that ARE NOT MINE. Seriously, I walked in after work one night to a complete disaster left by him and Angela.
THEN, last night, I took out the garbage and the recycling. Curtis opens my door and says "I washed the towels, and did the catbox. You have to clean the dishes." I looked at him like he was insane. And replied "More than half of those aren't even mine!" and his reply? "I don't care."
I'm going to end up doing them no matter what, because I know for a fact he won't. But still, I do more around here than he does.
And, I've come to the conclusion, I can't play Sims 2 before going to bed anymore. I start dreaming aout it. It was very disturbing to me.
And, once I finally kept waking up from these dreams, I started having another one, and ended up waking up to myself screaming. Nice, right?
Cassidy