Here's a postscript that I have to add to my "living with a guy versus living with a woman (or should I say, lady?)" journal entry a few days ago...it appears that there are some areas where the two worlds do collide. For example, yesterday, I was running around, frantically looking for the cat scoop, so I could clean out the kitty litter box. I couldn't find it, and finally realized that it must have been accidentally thrown out.
Anyway, last night, I had the night to myself, and was able to get a lot of work done, and when Corb came home, he decided he wanted to cook stuffed mushrooms, so he went to the dishwasher to grab a spatula, to turn over the mushrooms.
"Did you wash these?" he asked, as he held the spatula in his hand and wrinkled his nose.
"Uh oh," I gulped. "Yes. Why?"
"There seems top be some kind of brown stuff on this," he replied, scraping it off with his finger.
"Wait! Don't use that!" I screamed, and grabbed the spatula out of his hands. "No wait...that's not right...I didn't use THAT one..."
"Ted, what did you do?" he demanded to know, arms by his side.
"Oh, nothing, honey," I replied, innocently, and handed him back the spatula.
"Ted, did you use the spatula to take the cat crap out of the litterbox?" he said, and grabbed me on the shoulder.
"Well, no...not the spatula, exactly..." I replied, meekly.
"And then you put them in the dishwasher and tried to wash them off!?!"
Needless to say, he didn't use either the spatula or the wide spoon that I actually did use to clean the kitty litter box. And, he's making me throw them out, and for some reason, Josie totally agrees, too.
I think Thumbkin's with me on this issue, however. He doesn't see a problem with it.