Just to Clear a Few Things Up

When a woman gets annoyed because she opened her plastic ware cabinet to put up left overs (from the dinner she made) only to have it all spill out onto the floor because the last couple people to unload the dishwasher just threw everything in there however it landed has NOTHING ... I repeat NOTHING to do with hormones. Mkay?! And no, I should not just be grateful is was put away ... because it wasn't PUT away, it was thrown into a cabinet and the door shut quickly. There's a difference. Just imagine someone doing that to your tools in the shed or your toys in your room, shall we?

Maybe I should try washing all of the lights and whites with a brand new red shirt. I mean after all, at least the clothes were washed, right? But wait, I don't wash the kids' clothes anymore.

Let's explore that one.

You see, after weeks and months and a couple years of getting up at 2:00 a.m. to get all the laundry washed, dried, folded, hung up, etc only to have to ask twenty times over a three day period to have the kids put them up got a bit, shall we say, freaking obnoxious! The best though is on the following laundry day (night?). It's when I'm sorting laundry only to find clean clothes STILL FOLDED thrown into the dirties because it was easier than putting them up. I mean seriously, I'd appreciate it if you'd at least unfold the clothes so it was less of a clear slap in the face.

People, not every time a woman is upset about something is it hormones, or the now popular "chemical imbalance". Too many damned women are on mood altering drugs as it is. We are not all insane.

We are under appreciated.

So let's make this clear. The tupperware cabinet has been arranged the same way for three damned years now. Each type is neatly sorted and stacked with the lids on so they can found easily. There really isn't that much of it. You have to be:
(a) blind
(b) stupid
(c) plain lazy
(d) all of the above
to not be able to figure out where things go.

That also applies to the cooking utensil drawers. There are three of them. The top was has been knives for FOURS YEARS. The second one has been plastics for FOUR YEARS. The third has been metals for FOUR YEARS.

It never ceases to amaze me how all of the items in the kitchen can be found when someone wants them, but no one seems to remember where they go when it's time to put them away. It's a lot like the trash can. We walk by it several times a day. Any of you can tell me when it smells. But when it comes to putting your trash in it or tieing up the bag, for some reason you need to be reminded of its existence.

Let me clue you all in. It's been in the same place for three years. I don't move it around the house to confound and confuse you. It isn't a magic trash can that makes itself invisible at will. It sits by door to the basement, and let me repeat, where it's been for three years.

You see, it isn't that I, or any other woman, has a hormone issue. It isn't that we need drugs to straighten out the chemicals in our brains. What we need is for everyone else to get their acts together and try doing things THE RIGHT WAY and THE FIRST TIME THEY'RE ASKED.

Until then, I'll be like everyone else. I'll do what I want to when I darned well feel like doing it. And if anyone in the household doesn't like it, they can kiss my fat white ever growing ass!

Peace Out,

~*~*~Krystal~*~*~
P.S. But if you REALLY insist that it's drugs I need, lobby the feds to legalize it for heaven's sake and I'll be MORE than happy to oblige.