Currently, the kitchen in my house is a gigantic explosion of two-day old chili and one-day old spaghetti sauce. The walls, countertops, and stove are splattered with red chunky liquid, and there are dirty dishes on every conceivable surface. I had to practically juggle in order to make my scrambled eggs this morning. Oh, and when I went to take my dishes out of the dish drainer, some sort of thin white insect was crawling around in there. I wouldn’t be surprised if all of the old exposed food had drawn it out.

Oh, and did I mention there is three day old rice sitting in a rice cooker on the counter. Yeah. The place is tip-top.

I hate sharing a kitchen with people. I have never seen such disrespect. This is a kitchen that is shared amongst four people, and these two people do not seem to care.

I’m going to wait for the fourth member of our house to get back from Bradford, and then I’m going to have to talk to all of them about some basic sanitary rules for a household.