SteveShaw wrote:And what about when someone has failed to close the cutlery drawer before cutting up food? Drawer full of festering morsels? Aargh!
Every morning: How about a plate for that english muffin? (crumpet, Steve.), I say, sticking one under the thing. I repeat this act of acrobatics as it comes out of the freezer, enters the microwave, gets sliced on the butcher block, goes into and out of the toaster, and enters his mouth.
All to no avail.
There are still english muffin crumbs and those little corn meal pellets next to the fridge, in front of the microwave, on the butcher block, and in front of the toaster. Oh, and usually on the drinking glass shelf where he temporarily parked it to keep the cat from stalking the butter on the muffin. Yep.
emmline wrote:I have an intense dislike for bits of peanut butter in the jelly jar.
We solved that type of thing in our house. If something really matters to a person (like toothpaste and peanut butter, they get their very own and don't share.) Saved our family.
Also, I only get to read the newspaper last.
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emmline wrote:I have an intense dislike for bits of peanut butter in the jelly jar.
I do as well...especially when I grab a bit spoon, scoop a huge spoonful out, proceed to take a big bite, and then find remnants of jelly from someone's PB&J from about 3 days ago in my mouth. ::shudder:: Vile...completely vile.
It's not nearly as bad as butter and crumbs in the jam jar.
Lambchop wrote:
It's not nearly as bad as butter and crumbs in the jam jar.
True. There are houses I visit where this is a routine find. It fills me with shuddering revulsion. The worst aspect is that you often don't know for how long the offending inclusions have been in there. Could have been weeks, even months. Makes me think of Mr Twit's beard in Roald Dahl's book.
"Last night, among his fellow roughs,
He jested, quaff'd and swore."
They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the life that'll never, never die.
I'll live in you if you'll live in me -
I am the lord of the dance, said he!
emmline wrote:I have an intense dislike for bits of peanut butter in the jelly jar.
My grandmother was famously indifferent to things like that. She's shrug her shoulders and say "It goes in, it comes out: what's the difference?"
I inherited that from her.
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I think we agree that mixing of ingredients within their original containers is horrible. No crumbs in the butter, peanut butter etc. No jelly bits in peanut butter or visa versa. No pieces of baked potato in the sour cream.
My grandpa used to like off his butter knife after spreading something. That really nauseates me.
Hey Emm - One of my habits is to carry broken egg shells from the stove to the garbage while dripping egg all over the floor. Is that worse than english muffin particles?
I am sure Steve had a bit of crumpet in his time emm.
You conjure up some great images when you get the cross cultural wires crossed.
in the past, emm wrote:Just remember what my riding instructor, Miss Julie, used to say:
"Nice posting trot, trot posting," and you'll either catch on or get a sore fanny
That is a classic of the genre (riding causing sore fanny, not a good image)
I am sure Steve had a bit of crumpet in his time emm.
You conjure up some great images when you get the cross cultural wires crossed.
in the past, emm wrote:Just remember what my riding instructor, Miss Julie, used to say:
"Nice posting trot, trot posting," and you'll either catch on or get a sore fanny
That is a classic of the genre (riding causing sore fanny, not a good image)
Urban Dictionary wrote:2. crumpet
British slang for a hot chick
Ok. Then Steve will have to confirm or deny that one.
Now, having looked up "fanny," I will still contend that a brisk posting trot, performed poorly, has done no favors to many a girl's.
Flyingcursor wrote:
Hey Emm - One of my habits is to carry broken egg shells from the stove to the garbage while dripping egg all over the floor. Is that worse than english muffin particles?
That's just NASTY!! Flydood!!! My kids do this too, and it drives me absolutely nutty. Why don't you put them into a bowl or something first? Why do you have to get the slimy ick stuff all over my clean floor?
Ew, ew, ew!!!!!
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