It's not about the house.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Plums, Plums, Plums...

Dear Johnny,

I love you. But if you half-wrap a plum pit in toilet paper and throw it in the bathroom trash again, you'd best protect those plum-pits of your own.


I did not know what it was! And it did not look healthy!


Bleah!

Love,

EGE


P.S. I did not examine it closely enough to identify it. I freaked out and ran to the living room and asked him. He said "Plum pit!" as if it was the most normal thing in the world. I did not ask if he'd eaten the plum while actually sitting on the throne. Some things in marriage just have to remain a mystery.

4 comments:

su said...

Hey berate him for not composting it

beardonaut said...

I would just have torched the whole bathroom, no questions asked...

DonnaStaf said...

If I started postng the bathroom trash contents here... The readers would recreate the scene from "Stand By Me" when everyone started hurling all over everyone. 5 men live here, need I say more. There are more than plum pits in there...

12ontheinside said...

Ew. I am sorry I read this and the disturbing comments while eating lunch.