I just discovered that javachik used to work with my boss. HA! Oh, Buffistas. So, yeah, java, all those nice things I've been posting about my boss? That's her.

She is cool, a fave of mine from the old daze.

Oh I do not do well when someone fucks with THE PLAN.

Yeah. I can be a bit OTT about it. I'm trying to relax a bit although it does have advantages.

Jessica, it occurs to me to wonder whether he truly doesn't get that there's a difference or if he prefers the good stuff and is trying to pass off the bagged stuff to you (I've spent a lot of time dealing with passive-aggressive nonsense, so this could be just me).

Hah! My two roommates used to have the opposite problem. B would eat the last of V's plastic cheese or something, and then replace it with some fancy sharp cheddar, which left V both without the stuff she wanted and insulted to boot.

So Jon leaving his belts everywhere is high for 2 but low for 1= no fight.

Ha! Why do they do that? How is possible for him to have that many belts and why does he take them off at such random spots? I buy guy pants so I have a bunch of belts but I take them off standing at my nightstand, and they all go in the drawer. Why is this hard? Hee, apparently this is higher on my 1 for me than you.

The SO does replace my salad greens, but he does a good job with which ones because he's equally green-aware. The only thing is he has no sense of volume, or how quickly fresh produce goes bad. So I am always tossing out his fresh stuff, which is aggravating to the both of us. But if you want to avoid the problem, eat your veggies, dude!

I am seriously not bitching right now, though, because he is madly cleaning the house while I work the math for our board meeting. So, gender roles win, because at the end of this process we will both have done the stuff that needed doing and will have a) materials for the meeting and b) a clean house.

With my husband, it's shoes. I admit I don't put away my shoes either, but I also don't leave them at the foot of the stairs where they can cause someone to TRIP AND DIE.

Daniel tries to put his shoes away, but Sammie goes and gets in them. And leaves toys in them for him.

I'd complain about the stuff Daniel leaves out, but then there's as much of my crap laying around, so it would just be whinging. Especially as he was apologizing yesterday for not doing the dishes, when I'm pretty sure it was my turn.

but I also don't leave them at the foot of the stairs where they can cause someone to TRIP AND DIE.

Better at least than at the top of the stairs, where someone could trip, roll, make a huge lot of unpleasant noise, land badly, groan for an unspecified length of time, and THEN die. Or possibly fail to die but become incapacitated and lose employment, become a burden, and blame you till the end of his days.

We have a shoe corral. And are obsessive about using it. Even though we live in a one-story house.