Thursday, November 13, 2008

What A Mess


I've never been mistaken for Martha Stewart, but seriously, how hard is it to pick up behind yourselves?


I love the other people who occupy this house. I really, really do. Now having said that, what I don't love is the mess they leave behind.

What's this? My loving husbands shoes? Yes and why are they in front of the sofa? That would be because he sat down on the sofa and took off his shoes when he got home. Why oh why can't these things just get put where they belong?

What's this? It's a shirt. Why is it on the back of the chair? I don't know!


Oh look an open bag of chips on my counter. If the bag was empty I'd expect it to go in the garbage which is just a foot from where the bag sits, but surprising it's not empty. And why you ask would a bag of chips be left open on the counter all night? I don't know, but now they're going in the trash now.

I would have posted pictures of my children's room except that I don't want the Health Department to condemn my house. I don't expect my house to look like June Cleaver lives here, but it would be nice if unnamed individuals that live in this house would pick up behind them selves, that all I'm saying.

5 comments:

RazorFamilyFarms.com said...

Wait... have you been taking pictures of my house???

LOl!

Blessings!
Lacy

Anonymous said...

Would be nice wouldn't it? But youv'e been to my house when it was "OMG how does anyone live here!" Like it is right now. We have GOT to clean up today!!

On our living room floor there are 7 pairs of shoes, 12 pcs of clothing where Nellie just stripped to put on night clothes, part of Nellie's Halloween costume (it's been that long), pillows from the couch, books, DvDs, Doritos bag, cloth bag and scarves,mittens hats.
That's ONLY the floor!! Gotta go clean up Tina

jayedee said...

when you figure out how to get 'em to cooperate.......tell me. PLEASE!
better than that, write a dadgum book......i promise it will be a best seller! lol

Maureen said...

I always tell people that when our youngest son leaves a room it's like we've experienced the Rapture. I swear he leaves everything - books open, shoes and socks on the floor, half drunk bottles of water, open bag of pretzels - just as if he had been taken in the blink of an eye...

...of course then I realize that the rest of us are still here :)

John said...

LOL!!!! Marye sounds like a Mommie!!!!! OMG!! I bet your Mom raved about the same thing!!