As some of you know, I live with two men (my husband and my Brother-in-law). I wouldn’t say that I am anal about house cleaning and chores, but I have to admit that there are a few things that get on my nerves.
#1- Peanut butter left on utensils in the dishwasher.
The dishwasher does not clean peanut butter, people! Every time I open the dishwasher to unload I find a minimum of 2-3 items with dried-on peanut butter on it and it makes me want to scream while pulling my hair out. Do you feel my pain??
What should I do? I’ve already said something. Perhaps I will sew myself a pink cape with the black letters “SB” embroidered on it.
SB does not equal my cutesy nickname Matt gave me of “sugar bunches,” by the way (no making fun, it’s one of the few sweet things Matt does for me).
SB = Super Bitch.
That’s right. Little “Miss SB” is going to swoop down in her pink cape and take that utensil from you as you put it into MY dishwasher and I’m going to smack you in the butt with it until you learn to scrape it off before putting it back in there.
Ok, so maybe that won’t happen. I can’t fly. But, I can blog. Maybe these two anonymous men will read my (our) blog and scrape the damn peanut butter off tonight before putting their stuff in the dishwasher.