Apparently, I’m high maintenance. I never really thought of myself as high maintenance, but then I started realizing that the signs are all there. If you read my blog about my strange eating habits (There’s Always a Food Critic in the Donner Party), then you’ve already a few examples. Clearly, I’m OCD to the bone. I like to think it’s not a disorder, rather just an order. I like things a certain way. D-Train and I used to always make fun of Frameo when we all lived together in Denver. We would put a candy wrapper on the mantle and sit down and count to see how long it would take him to notice it. I say count, because he’s that obsessive – usually it was one to two minutes. His record was about 20 seconds. I mention this because I’ve noticed I’m that way. I seem to be spending my day organizing everything and then organizing everything again. I can’t ever seem to get the sink clean enough.
The Big Guy and Mama J constantly make fun of my Dish Washing Methodologytm. Even Auntie Willie® (New nickname for The Wife’s Aunt! Thanks NAN! yay) chimes in. You’d think she’d be all so happy to have me scrubbing her dishes on Thanksgiving night, but instead, she’s standing there ribbing me because in Cabo, I asked her to take my white linen shirt off so it wouldn’t get stained. I guess that was an odd request for Auntie Willie®, who by the way made the best Dutch Apple Pie I’ve had. The Big Guy will wait until I have the clean sink water at the perfect temperature and then stick a dirty dish in the water, soiling it completely. He once said that if I continued to clean his dishes, he’d have to buy new one’s because I would have cleaned them to the bone. I disagree – you can’t clean dishes that much. Other times, he’ll walk over in the middle of cleaning and stick a dish with food on it in the dish washer. Let me be clear, dishwashers are mis-named. They should be called “Dish Sanitizers” because that’s what they do. They don’t get the food off – I don’t care what anyone says. The wife just rolls her eyes at the discussion.
Note: If you’re looking for a new Dish Sanitizer, go with Hobart. It’s not pretty, but it’s the way a Dish Sanitizer should be.
Lately, I’m feeling a little bad for The Wife. She’s been getting in trouble for a lot of things around the house. Here’s a few examples of my wrath:
- She’ll often stick things like wine bottle toppers, spoons and forks, and other small items in the sink where the disposal lives. After an evening of use, these items will almost always find a home in the disposal. After a heavy night of entertaining, I’ll conclude my Dish Washing Methodologytm by turning on the disposal, only do listen to sounds like she put a body in down the sink. I’ll just shoot her a glare and go the Mud Room for some quiet time.
- Donnie Boom Boom was in town last week and he asked for the strawberry jam. When he opened it, there was peanut butter mixed in with it because when The Wife makes a PB&J sandwich, she uses the same knife for the peanut butter and the jam. Mud Room Cool Off Time.
- I have this new obsession with drying out the sink when I’m done doing the dishes. I’ll often spend a lot of time drying it, then walk into another room, only to hear the sink running in the kitchen. I’ll walk back in and there she is running the sink to wash her hands. I think to myself, “Isn’t there a bathroom for that?” Again, Mud Room Cool Off Time.
- A couple of weeks ago, The Wife’s advertising agency needed to burrow some of my swimming trunks for a video shoot. Now, when I heard this, I thought “Nice. They’re going to display them and film them with some words over them and some other items for the commercial”. I pulled my best three pair of board shorts and tied the strings really nicely for display. The next day, The Wife sent me an email picture from the video shoot. I thought it was a pretty cool picture. That is, until I noticed A good pair of green Hurley Boardshorts were being sported by some young chap riding a wave. I was Frerking (big ups to The Greatest Vet of All Time, Dr. Thad Frerking) furious. Once more, Mud Room Cool Off Time.
This is just a glimpse – it’s getting worse too. The latest occurrence happened last night. The last post, I mentioned I took a business trip to Las Vegas. While I was there, I stayed with my good pal, Mike of Mike and Jersey Jen (from Michigan). On Mike’s coffee table was a 944 Magazine and there, on the cover was the most beautiful angelic figure I’d seen since our wedding night. That good looking woman turned out to be none other than My Girl, Giada De Laurentiis. As many of you know, I have a Kitchen Crush on her. While The Big Guy and Mama J were in town last week, I wanted to show the magazine article to The Big Guy, as I knew he too was a fan. I asked The Wife where the 944 Magazine was and she replied that she had taken it to work to show one of the partners. Reaching boiling point…
…And to the Mud Room, I do retire…
But it gets even worse. Last night, as The Wife had returned from work, she thought I would be happy to have my Lovely back. Don’t get me wrong, I was super excited. But then, I noticed that the top corner of the cover of the magazine had a crease on it. Holding back a nuclear fallout explosion, I calmly asked about it and she mentioned the partner had accidentally bent it when he was transporting it. I’m not sure why it wasn’t taken out on a flatbed dolly. At any rate, I just came out of the Mud Room.
Speaking of peanut butter and My Girl, Giada De Laurentiis, she and my other favorite freakshow author, Jen Lancaster, have some new competition. While I was in Las Vegas, Mike of Mike and Jersey Jen (from Michigan) introduced me to his cousin, Eric and Eric’s wife, Julie. Might I say, they were the most pleasant company. Julie just happens to have a blog about cooking & baking. Everything looks delectable! Check it out at http://www.peanutbutterandjulie.com!