Give Peas a Chance

Sorry folks, i haven't had any D stories because we haven't seen each other. She seems to never be home....that is until i was counting on her to not be home. The one night that i decide to have a guest come over for a cocktail is, of course, the one night where she is home, on the couch, in PJs (at 6:00PM) and CRABBY!

{D}: Hey Cindy, can i talk to you about something important [sounding serious].
{Cindy}: [heavy mental sigh] Sure, what's up?
{D}: Did you smell that when you came into the house?
{Cindy}: Yes, smells like maple syrup
{D}: It's been like that since Saturday - S really needs to clean up his messes right after he cooks
{Cindy}: Hmmmm, i'll have to talk to him
{D}: Please do, it's not fair to the rest of us

Now, the kitchen wasn't perfect, but he had done his dishes...does anyone know how to get the smell of syrup out of the air? And why is that sooooo offensive...better that than fish or fresh veggies, right?

My point is this...i have no point. She hasn't given me any good material in weeks. I think i'm going to be forced to have a conversation with her soon.

On another note....she shouldn't talk, her toothpaste has gooped up the medicine cabinet and is leaking on to some of my stuff, her kids leave tiny finger prints all over the chrome of my couch, there was some Elmo doll left in the living room, and my dinning room table has some sort of sticky on it that could be syrup or kid sludge. Not to mention that there are 10 desserts in the fridge - literally, taking up the bulk of the room - i guess when you workout every day you can do that.

UGH....