That’s Not Where The Cheese Lives!! Moaning Bitch Club, A guest post from the BeAutiful @theboyandme
Ok, before I start properly just let me state this for the record: “I love and adore my husband with all my heart, he is my soul-mate, best friend and I wouldn’t want him any other way”
However, if he doesn’t bloody well learn that the contents of the fridge have a certain place I am going to kill him! (Obviously not literally, as that is murder and illegal)
Today we had our monthly shop from Tesco’s delivered. It’s simple really, “Darling can you put the shopping away?”
“Yes of course” replies my one and only.
I didn’t even stop to think that he’d do what he did! He knows that I have OCD tendencies. He knows that I like the probiotic drinks put under the wine-rack on the right-hand side. That the yoghurts, cheeses and creams have to go on the top shelf, cheeses on the left, yoghurts in the middle, cream on the right. Carrots mustn’t be put at the back of the drawer because otherwise they freeze. And of course he understands that The Boy’s fromage frais must be put above the milk shelf on the left hand side, with the cream cheese next to them and the butter/margarines on the right. Why wouldn’t any of this happen? He knows!
Which is why when I walked back in to the kitchen and found the Petit Filous lying on their side on the wrong shelf and on the right hand side; I almost laid hands on him! Don’t even get me started on the contents of the top shelf!
I fear that I will have to put pictures on the shelves for him so he knows where everything goes. I am convinced that he did it incorrectly on purpose just to get out of it!
Ha! I’ll teach him, I’ll go down to the shed and mess up all his tools.
The only problem there, of course, is that there is no order in the shed either. This man just stops using things and leaves them lying around where he’d finished with them: socks, glasses, cameras, Private Eye magazines, pens, you name it; it’ll be in the wrong place.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m far from the tidiest woman in the world, but because I know I’m a messy bugger I can see the error of my ways and correct it. He has no idea!
Am I now a member of the Moaning Bitch Club?
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