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No, seriously; I live with The Hulk
Dec. 2nd, 2007 06:09 pmThis year, my first year living off campus and second on my own (sort of), I'm rooming with an old high school class mate of mine, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snahjerblah.
I'm notoriously bad with washing the dishes. I leave them in the sink until the house starts to stink before I would actually take sponge and soap to task. Snahjerblah, on the the other hand, cleans the bathroom voluntarily. For me, it's a match made in Heaven, though I'm sure Snahjerblah would beg to differ.
As a result, it's usually my poor roommate who ends up doing the majority of the dishes.
Last month, while she was rinsing one of her ceramic mugs, the handle came off in her hands. It was a clean break on both ends, so the cup's still usable, but this was solid ceramic.
Just three days ago, she calls me after class in an apologetic panic. The plastic handle of one of the pots I'd contributed to our kitchen has come off while she was soaping the inside of the metal pot. It was strange, for the the handle was screwed on to the pot, yet it had not come unscrewed. Like the cup, the handle had simply cracked and detached into two parts.
I don't think my roommate quite knows her own strength. I take great fun in calling her The Hulk, yellow version. However, I also fear for the fates of the rest of our silverware, pots, and pans. Last Friday, we went to an event at the campus's Arts and Crafts Center and both Snahjerblah and I paid $10 for a ceramic plate and bowl, respectively, to paint. They're supposed to be glazed and fired by next Friday and after spending an hour and a half painting on the details of my bowl, I'd really like for it to remain in one piece.
Also to note, there was some delicious hot apple cider at the A and C event (2 cups) and some equally delicious white chocolate macadamia nuts and oatmeal raisin cookies. I had adroitly smuggled three of the former and two of the later into my backpack. I got my money's worth!
snahjerblah. I'm notoriously bad with washing the dishes. I leave them in the sink until the house starts to stink before I would actually take sponge and soap to task. Snahjerblah, on the the other hand, cleans the bathroom voluntarily. For me, it's a match made in Heaven, though I'm sure Snahjerblah would beg to differ.
As a result, it's usually my poor roommate who ends up doing the majority of the dishes.
Last month, while she was rinsing one of her ceramic mugs, the handle came off in her hands. It was a clean break on both ends, so the cup's still usable, but this was solid ceramic.
Just three days ago, she calls me after class in an apologetic panic. The plastic handle of one of the pots I'd contributed to our kitchen has come off while she was soaping the inside of the metal pot. It was strange, for the the handle was screwed on to the pot, yet it had not come unscrewed. Like the cup, the handle had simply cracked and detached into two parts.
I don't think my roommate quite knows her own strength. I take great fun in calling her The Hulk, yellow version. However, I also fear for the fates of the rest of our silverware, pots, and pans. Last Friday, we went to an event at the campus's Arts and Crafts Center and both Snahjerblah and I paid $10 for a ceramic plate and bowl, respectively, to paint. They're supposed to be glazed and fired by next Friday and after spending an hour and a half painting on the details of my bowl, I'd really like for it to remain in one piece.
Also to note, there was some delicious hot apple cider at the A and C event (2 cups) and some equally delicious white chocolate macadamia nuts and oatmeal raisin cookies. I had adroitly smuggled three of the former and two of the later into my backpack. I got my money's worth!
