Life can be rough

Hurricanes, bills, dumb people at work, laundry, yard work...it never ends. Little 'moe here understands the overwhelming nature of life. He can barely handle the mailman.

Husbands are dirty
How can a man who can rattle on and on about things like the salpingopharyngeas and the levator ani not be able to understand the concept of a trash can? I am dumbfounded when he looks at his desk, sees 3 yogurt cups and spoons, 2 bowls, 1 plate and 3 empty bags of chips along with various wrappers, crumbs and scraps, and then says "what trash?"

The kicker: He is totally serious. It's like he is trash blind. I put up with it as long as I can, because he promises he'll get to it a week from Wednesday after his GAR final or his OSCE. But I can't take it: I gather the trash and the dishes and try to straighten the remaining clutter.

What happens then? I get in TROUBLE! I have moved something so extremely important that it was buried among cheesy poof crumbs and yogurt cups, and now he can't find it.

I may have to move his desk to the guest room to preserve my sanity.

Hurricanes
I added up all the receipts from Rita: $671.65. Coulda been worse, much worse, so I am not complaining. Just sighing. Sending all my money away for bills and sighing.

Laundry
I enjoy doing laundry. I think it is part of my OCD-ness. Our washer and dryer are in the detached garage. That is ANNOYING!

I have to fight my way through mosquitoes (arch enemy) open the SQEEEEEAKY garage, pray that no spiders have made a web near the lightswitch and no mice have left presents on the top of the appliances (I promise we are not gross people - I think the bugs/rodents here are poison resistant). Then I have to actually do the laundry while making sure no article of clothing touches ANYTHING except the inside of each machine.

If something falls on the floor, it is no longer clean and must be rewashed (this is the case anywhere, not just my garage). Alan knows this and purposely drops things and then doesn't rewash. Drives me nuts.

But I've actually lightened up. Now just an "important" item of clothing (like underwear) must be rewashed upon dropping. Ok, moving on. I'm revealing too much weirdness.

Work
I have to think of a way to tell this one without revealing where I work. I'm not in the CIA or anything, but it's just not a good idea to broadcast any work-related gripes when your work is so public. So let's say that a "product" of mine angered some people in the community, which is understandable given that the product dealt with a controversial issue. As a result, I got my very first "go to hell" phone message. The message itself didn't bother me so much as the idea that someone who doesn't know me wants me to suffer for eternity.