Boys are GROSS!

I suppose I should have known what I was getting into when I decided to live with men.

Bob's been out of town for the weekend, so I decided to clean up the computer room. Mind you, I've hinted, suggested and flat out told him to tidy up the room, and the answer has always been, "I'll get to it." And he never does. I know, I know...all I'm doing is teaching him that if he puts things off long enough, I'll eventually do them...Bob is fabulous, but not flawless!

What did I find? Let's see!

3 empty bags of chips.
2 half empty bags of chips.
Many loose chips.
A bowl that contained God knows what from God only knows how long ago.
Beer bottles.
Macaroni.
Beer bottles.
Chips.
Macaroni.
Candy wrappers.
American cheese slice wrappers.
Beer bottles.


For the love of all things good and pure in this world, the trash can is only a few feet away!!!!!

This, combined with the overflow of Heaven only knows in Isaac's room that keeps threatening to spill into the hallway, and the dishes that sit in the sink until I start giving Medusa stares, and the toilet paper rolls that are placed carefully on top of, next to or behind (but rarely in) the trash cans, I can come to only one conclusion:

Boys are GROSS!

(But I don't know what I'd do without them...what they lack in housekeeping skills they make up for in general entertainment value!)