A Typical Sunday Night

My Sunday nights are always interesting. I'm usually gone on weekends so the Hurricane is left alone to destroy the house. I came home last night after being out of town for the weekend to another disaster. Do you think I could get the Red Cross to set up a relief fund for Hurricane survivors...in Newport Beach, CA?


It looks like the Hurricane is back to sleeping on the couch every night. He has slept in his room a grand total of ONE night so far this month. It's March 21 today.


And it looks like the trash tribbles are back! No need to take out the full kitchen trash can, just use other bags and lay them around the house and fill them up with garbage, way easier and more logical than taking out the trash. Come to think of it, I don't think the Hurricane has ever taken out the trash...not even once. Shit, he probably doesn't even know where our trash cans are.



I found this picture to be rather interesting. I took the picture of the garbage bag sitting by the front door, which is a regular thing, and didn't even notice the frying pan on the chair until I uploaded it to use in this post...WTF?


And in true Hurricane fashion he has to fill up the bathroom sink with random garbage. And he STILL has not washed down his dried up snot and nasal cleansing residue.