Oohhhh - there's going to be a power struggle on Hilldale Rd. No, no - not between
me and Rita [that one is long resolved =)]...between Rita and the woman who cleans our house. And ummm....stays with our dog. The uh...13 [or so] nights a month we're not here.
It seems that Julieta is doing some rearranging while she is here. Me? I don't notice so much. But Rita is
not happy surprised that Julieta thinks the mixing dishes stack a little better in the
middle drawer. It doesn't help that I blame every mishap in the house on Julieta. "Who put all the limes in the meat drawer?" Julieta! [We have a meat drawer?] "Who put the water glasses in the wine glass hutch?" Oh - that Julieta! [I thought they were ALL wine glasses?] "Who stuffed the Titans pom-pom under the couch cushion?" - okay, okay...I better fess up to
that one.
I thought about hiding the juicer in the cutlery drawer just to watch the fireworks...but then I figured a fallout with the cleaning lady/dog sitter/roommate would temporarily put me in charge of cleaning the house. I decided I would just move the mixing bowls back to where they started.
Meanwhile, whole pieces of furniture have moved around in my room and as long as it doesn't impede my path to the portable a/c - I don't even notice.
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I say if you are feeling REALLY passive/aggressive, you put the knives in the dishwasher.
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