The kitchen was a disaster when I got home last night. The menfolk- husband and skids- had dirtied every dish in my house, and I vowed here on ST last night that I was not touching it!

This morning, I did have to move one pot in the sink to actually get to the water faucet to make my oatmeal. Loghead came in and saw me and yelled at me- "Don't touch a damn dish!" I froze. "I'm just making oatmeal," I said, sheepishly.

"Oh, I thought you were gonna clean 'em, and that's not your job," he said, and walked on past me.

Who was that man?!

He then went on downstairs and starts yelling at the skids and pounding on their doors. "You have 5 minutes to get up here and start cleaning this mess or it's gonna get UGLY!"

And this was before 6 am.

I must say, I am extremely turned on...

Ohh.. he's stomping through the kitchen now, back to get them. It's been 10 minutes. He is ANGRY.

They are so much in trouble. I love this! What a great way to start my day!