The day I moved in with Kiefer was a day of many firsts for our relationship. Mostly for him.
First #1: Tampons
Shaking his head, Kiefer emerged from the bathroom and said, “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve seen feminine products in my bathroom?”
My extremely mature response may have involved chasing him around while tossing tampons at him.
First #2: Bras
Kiefer: There are bras hanging from the curtain rod.
Me: If you prefer, I can lay them out flat on the dining room table.
First #3: Wrinkles
I told Kiefer I would do all of the laundry if he would do all of ironing. He agreed, thinking he was getting a good deal.
Kiefer: Why are a gazillion of your tanktops in the ironing pile?
Me: Because they’re wrinkly.
Kiefer: Is this a pair of shorts, too?!
First #4: OCD
I’m a fairly neat person. Especially in the kitchen. No dishes are allowed in the sink. Ever.
Kiefer: Stop. Cleaning.
First #5: Only Pod People Turn Down Dessert
The other day I tried to make Oreo Truffles. Except the melted chocolate was giving me trouble.
Me: They’re ruined! I’m never making these again. (::tears up::)
Kiefer: Know what would cheer you up? Yogi Castle.
Me: I don’t want any.
Kiefer: Who are you?
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “I actually love you. We should hang out. And eat 9 cheese pizza.”—LKD
Thoughts Appear 
July 19th, 2012 at 7:45 am
Wait. You turned down YOGICASTLE?? I concur with Keifer . . . who are you and what have you done with my Thoughtsy? (That must have been a heartbreakingly bad batch of Truffles, eh?).
July 19th, 2012 at 7:46 am
Wrinkle free shorts and such a luxury. You live the high life, Thoughtsy.
July 19th, 2012 at 7:47 am
Wrinkle free shorts *are such a luxury.
July 19th, 2012 at 8:08 am
My sister has been known to iron her sheets. The first (and second to last) time I made fudge, I burned it and burst into tears. That’s just how I roll.
July 19th, 2012 at 8:40 am
I ironed once. Burned the crap out of my thumb, so that was my last time. Now I make sure I get the clothes out of the dryer before they wrinkle, and put them away.
Of course, there are some items that wrinkle anyway. Those are the ones I throw away.
July 19th, 2012 at 8:51 am
Mother used to iron sheets as well. Heck with that. I have not made my bed since I moved out 40 years ago. I know. 63 years old and still juvenile resentments. As a bachelor always kept a supply of tampons discreetly in bathroom. Hey , you have to have a minimum “Mr. Sensitive” appeal. Besides ,having to hit the corner store for a six-pack , a pack of Winston and a box of T’s in middle of night is a drag.
July 19th, 2012 at 9:03 am
OMG, I might even iron your shorts if you’d do the dishes. (BTW, I’m talking to Thoughtsy here. Not whoever overtook her body while she tried to make Oreo truffles. Also, I officially volunteer to eat the rejects.)
July 19th, 2012 at 10:03 am
Oreo truffles! 😀 big, big smiles here!
July 19th, 2012 at 10:15 am
I think you should let us judge the Oreo truffle before you call it a disaster.
July 19th, 2012 at 10:34 am
First off, Thoughtsy, I’m a little taken aback at the bra hung on the shower curtain. Everybody knows that’s why God made doorknobs!
We both talk about ironing in our posts today. Great minds and all.
July 19th, 2012 at 11:17 am
What kind of woman was he married to previously? I mean, duh, bras on the dinning room table? Nothing new here.
I DESPISE dishes in my sink! You have a challenge ahead of you with two boys and Kiefer in the house!
July 19th, 2012 at 12:47 pm
Methinks Kiefer will learn to get the clothes out of the dryer immediately so he doesn’t have to iron them! Works for me.
July 19th, 2012 at 1:04 pm
You need to Downy Wrinkle Release those undies and then have him clean bathrooms instead of iron!
July 19th, 2012 at 2:08 pm
Make him iron your undies… you know for kicks.
If he complains, say there are men out there that have to iron and wash their own clothes ALL BY THEMSELVES!!
Imagine that!! Like some parallel universe.
July 19th, 2012 at 3:21 pm
I’ll iron your undies.
July 19th, 2012 at 3:37 pm
You hang your bras where you want and iron what you want my friend – power 😀
Cheers
Choc Chip Uru
July 19th, 2012 at 5:01 pm
The dry cleaner knows us by name. The bakery loves us too and there is an upside to a hysterectomy 🙂 I hang the bras outside and my husband is so hoping we get evicted from the neighborhood!
July 19th, 2012 at 6:26 pm
I used to be really OCD about kitchen cleanliness, but then I moved into a tiny cottage, so now the dishes go in the sink… or they’re stacked in the oven, because there’s pretty much nowhere else for them. Sink it is!
July 19th, 2012 at 7:38 pm
*sighs* … the luxury of not having to do the laundry AND ironing. Single mom here .. I am the chef, the maid, the chauffeur, and the stuff-picker-upper lol.
But … the chocolate … melted imperfectly or not … mmmmmmm *S*
(I liked reading your blog … it was fun and made me smile.)
July 20th, 2012 at 12:24 pm
The key to a good relationship is one bathroom for every person in the house. The Boy’s got no business in my bathroom with the girly things.
July 21st, 2012 at 8:42 am
LOL, this so reminds me of when I first moved in with Mr. Husband. It was his first time leaving with a woman at the tender age of 40. He almost had a stroke the first time he encountered a bra hanging over the towel rod. I finally took him aside one day and explained “honey bun, I think people have figured out that I live here. You can’t hide it anymore.”
July 23rd, 2012 at 7:50 am
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