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Originally Posted by NamastePlatypus 
This would not be a prob if my room did not look like a frat boys dorm, there is no excuse for this shit, really, or any other room in the house that he has to destroy, at least we bought the pain for in there and maybe once we paint ( this week  : it will inspire him to keep his shit clean.
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Originally Posted by eilonwy 
I feel this way about the entire house.  : I'm not sure if it's even the truth, but I know it's sure as heck not helping.
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Ditto and ditto. DH finished a container of chocolate chip cookies. I got a craving, spotted the container and lo and behold, DH LEFT THE CONTAINER IN THE GODDAMNED CUPBOARD! WTF? It was bad enough that the cookies were gone--but did I really have to get my hopes up for a split second and THEN clean up after his ass?
Like an idiot I forgot to straighten out a mixup between our insurance end the DMV which WRONGLY resulted in a suspension of our registration--so--while we were waiting for the reinstatement to process--yesterday we drove DH's Pathfinder to my MIL'S about 35 minutes away. I got in and the truck reeked! We took our dogs to my MIL's when we went to Disneyland and one of them gets severe motion sickness and rolphs all over the back seat. (Luckily DD's carseat was the one we took to the airport and it was in my car at the time). That was November 4th! Has he cleaned the puke up yet? No!
It's things like that that get under my skin and cause me to be like Mothra in a B-movie. I just can't seem to blow it off...