Living on your own for more than five years can lead to certain habits that are not necessarily appreciated by whomever you end up sharing a roof with.
This was made clear once again to me just a few moments ago. I took the Tupperware with leftover-cake from the fridge, and sat happily eating it, straight from the box. Afterwards, I put the box back in the fridge – only to find P staring at me, beaming “you have done IT again”. So yes, I confess : sometimes I drink straight from the bottle (but only the little ones, that I finish myself anyway), and I eat things straight out of the Tupperware, box, whatever. Is it really that bad?
The only one I share these things with, is P – and he’s acting like I’m some stranger with at least five contaminating diseases. I would never do it with food or drinks that I know I’ll be serving to guests (well, ok, maybe my parents don’t count as real guests)
P’s slightly “under-the-belt” argument was that this kind of behaviour is “setting the wrong example for a kid”. Ok, point granted. But we don’t have one, do we? And Phoebe the hamster can’t make it on her own to the fridge.
I could continue writing now about all P’s nasty habits – but I’ll rest my case. And only drink from the bottle when he’s not home ;-)
2 comments:
Hi - you posted on my old blog the other day so I didn't see your comment until today. Check out the new site www.theduchessguide.com , and I'm so glad I found your comment because your blog is fabulous! How is Brussels? I have so many visions of Dr. Evil/Mike Myers coming to mind I can't stand it. I would love to hear more from you, really enjoy your blog! :)
Jill
Dear N.
I talked to P to make sure this would not happen again.
B.
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