Progress, I suppose

For those of you who asked, no the fish never did smell. It was in the tank of water and you couldn't smell a thing coming from it--maybe because of the filter?

He finally flushed the contents of the tank. It took yet another comment about it from me yesterday while we were out shopping referencing how he never does anything I ask him to and how he obviously doesn't care how I feel. He denied it vehemently and asked for proof. Stupid stupid man. Doesn't he realize that is the purpose of this blog? (Yes he knows about it, but rarely comes here. He knows me well enough to know I don't pull my punches when I threaten to do something though.)

Now the small aquarium the beta was in, is sitting in the bathtub full of water "soaking."

I know he thinks I'm going to clean it out...

We shall see.

As for the rest of the crap. It's still where it's been. No change there.

We did get into it yesterday afternoon over his constant putting empty boxes on the counter and filling them with trash instead of putting them in the trash can. His reasoning is that those empty cartons and boxes fill up the can too quick and it's a waste of space.

I asked if he does any cleaning around here. He does not. Therefore he gets no say in how the trash is handled in this house.

He did it again with an empty pretzel box last night. I turned around and looked at the kitchen counter where the offending box sat and looked at him somewhat calmly and asked if he had a death wish. He bitched the whole time but got up and threw it away.

Will he ever learn?

~Sleeping Mommy