I apparently revert to bachelorhood instantaneously.
Last night — I didn’t mean to do this, but I got caught up RPing on Maddock — I bailed on having a real dinner and made mac&cheese, which is exactly what Ted says I’d eat if he weren’t around to feed me.
Something similar happened this morning, but I can’t remember what. Oh, I know. I had no clean glasses (this is not because of sudden bachelorhood, but is rather because of a puppy who makes a mess of the kitchen floor, making everyone deeply reluctant to go in there to do anything, like the dishes) so instead of washing a glass I took the entire bottle of cranapple juice and brought it downstairs with me for breakfast. Now, there was only about 14oz of juice left, and I had, uh, yesterday’s juice glass, downstairs, but…
How guy of me.
Oh, I do understand! It is so difficult for me to keep on top of housework when I know nobody but me is going to see the inside of my flat. I hate it all messy and icky, but evidently I hate housework more…