Making smoothies, with ice, in a mixer at 11:30 pm on Sunday night while I'm trying to watch a movie : 23,453,876 dead nerve cells.
Waking up to a racket in the kitchen on Monday morning (which is supposed to be MY work from home day and he's supposed to be gone all day), opening the door, seeing HM#3 practically naked (yep, tighty whities), on his knees, cleaning the floor with paper towels (which he was supposed to clean during the weekend), because he is incapable of finding and buying swiffer pads (and I won't do it and told him so, since I don't have any superpowers or anything extra that he wouldn't have that would enable me to find them easier and it's his turn): 999,743,107 dead nerve cells.
23 days left!!!: priceless.
For everything else, there is MasterCard.
Honesty is the best policy
I'm sure your roommates , feel the tension - Put your cards on the table , don't wait for the 52 game pick-up -- Where all the cards go flying up in the air in all directions - Open up and remember , we teach people how to treat us . Good - Luck to you
eh? cards have been very much on the table for a long time.
but welcome to a2k.
22 days now, Dag & lil'k. :wink:
Have you started helping him pack yet?
Bring him some boxes.
Yeh, the packing worries me a bit too.
well, littlek is on the Cape. I leave in the morning and come home at 11pm or later, after gym. So I will avoid most of it. I want to tell him though that no packing after 11pm, so that he can schedule it well in advance.
Instead of ignoring his skivvies or being horrified, I would have immediately stared directly (and for a long time) at his googlies and said "oh my god, you're penis is TINY!"
BTW I have so enjoyed the pain and torture you two have been going through.
What I'm wondering is .... what do I do once the roommate is gone? Where do I get my entertainment then?
It's like the OJ trial. Once it's over ... I'm at a loss ...
Heeven, I want to stare at him, I want to tell him not to walk around in his undies in front of my 7 year old niece, but I simply can't speak to him while he's in his underwear. Maybe we can come up with other entertainment for you.
I do know that our landlady has been saving him boxes - she's given him a couple.
Somebody else will have to deal with him soon. Let them train him, I'm done with this one. It's just a waiting game now.
Hopefully, training the next one will be more successful.
Well, I would prefer a roommate, not a five year old in a body of 34 year old this time. I'm not in the business of training housemates.
Littlek, why can't you talk to him in his underwear?
You've seen him wearing them enough, it's not like it's something still shocking.
Don't let him have such power over you.
believe me, it is shocking.
littlek is gone for two weeks, so she will only see him for a week or so. i hardly see him at all, as i'm never at home.
dagmaraka wrote:believe me, it is shocking.
Oh please. Give me a break.
Chai, it's enough to throw us off. Besides, what does one say? Excuse me, you repulse me, please put some clothes on....?
A little ridicule goes a long way.
