azurelunatic | Grumble, grumble, grouch.

So I wake up and find leftovers sitting out in the kitchen and living room. Cold, nasty fries with ketchup that is beginning to dry to the plate in the kitchen, and more of the same cold nasty on the baking sheet with dried ranch instead.

My grump is threefold.

First. Thou shalt put away or throw out leftovers lest they become nast.

Second. Thou shalt at least make an attempt at rinsing dishes lest they become nast, let alone not putting dishes in the sink (okay, the sink was full, but the baking tray in the living room?). (Second-and-a-half, I realize I was not keeping up my end of the dishes yesterday, however, no one else stepped in and unloaded the dish washer, even, and I put those in on Friday.)

Third. I like fries. (I do see that there is another bag of them in the (alarmingly empty) freezer.) It makes me very unhappy when I am left out of treats. I am mildly grumped when there is something good that everyone eats all gone that happens when I'm out of the house or unconscious, but that's excusable. It was good; it got eaten all gone. I am grumped with the inexcusability of it when there is something yummy that gets made when I'm out or out of it, and there would have been enough left over for me had it not been sitting out all night...

[Edit: All is good. Everybody was having a Day of Nast yesterday. Today is Bitchy Witchy Week.]