Messy Apartment

Yesterday Pat got to work from home (his site inspection was nearby). I come home to him telling me he cleaned. Something any wife would be happy to hear, but I had already walked around the (dirty) apartment. I gave him a confused look and asked exactly where he had cleaned, the kitchen of course!

Let me interject with the fact that the dish washer was full of clean dishes and the counters full of dirty ones. The counters were not wiped down, the floor was not washed.
So by now you may be wondering as I was what exactly he cleaned. He put a few things away (so he says). Maybe this is part of our cleanliness problem. I think it’s dirty but get sick of cleaning it myself and he thinks it is perfectly clean. For the record I cleaned the kitchen so he could see what I meant by clean.

It only took one year for me to screw up my brother in law’s name. I do not know why it happened but I was talking to my sister and I called her husband Justin (his name is Jason). Now both my sister and myself have given my mother a healthy ration of s*&T because she has done this allot in the past, so of course my sister had to burst out laughing. After giving me the proper ration of shit we had a lovely conversation about nothing.
Sorry Jason, I think it’s genetic.