I've been blog-hopping today.
How do you guys keep your houses so clean?????
Living with Mr. Lakehouse is like living at deer camp 365 days a year!!
Shoes, socks, boots, coats, shirts, pants, hats.
Wallet, keys, glasses, cell phone.
Fishing poles, bait and tackle, hunting gear, and whatever else he uses...it's all left lying around the house and yard.
The poor man has no clue.
He loves to cook...and for the life of me, I cannot figure out how a person gets specks of
grease on the ceiling above the stove?????!!!!!
You should see the stove itself after he makes breakfast! Why he even bothers to use a
pan is beyond me? He could just throw the eggs on the surface of the stove after he fries
Do you think it could be because everything is cooked at the highest degree?
The flames don't burn under the pan, they engulf the pan!!
The top of our stove looks like the back of a jet engine making ready for take off.
What in the world is it with the salt and pepper???? I doubt any of it ever hits the plate!
When you take the plate away after breakfast, you have a perfect circle where the plate sat...surrounded by
salt and pepper!!!!!! AND crumbs from the toast, and coffee, milk, and orange juice, and jelly, and butter, potatoes, etc.
When he's finished, there is always something else he must do besides the clean up.
I'd really rather do that job myself.
Using the frying pan to wash the dishes in isn't my idea of being sanitary.
Maybe I'm just being wenchy, but I like the table, counter tops, butcher block, and stove to be washed down with hot, soapy, bleach water....not cold, greasy, dirty water....that's IF he remembers to wash them
Watching as he slides the grease soaked dishcloth around and around the table makes my stomach lurch.
Don't take this wrong.
Mr. Lakehouse is a real sweetheart.
He's a "farm boy".
Sometimes I wonder if his mom ever let him stay in the house???