It's appropriate, really.

It's an emotional rock-paper-scissors... anger-joy-depression, if you'll allow. And he 'rocked' my 'scissors'. Bastard.

Getting up in the mornings isn't my favourite thing, especially when out-of-sorts as I have been recently. Getting up in the morning, out-of-sorts and walking into the kitchen to find it's been fucking wrecked snaps you out of the out-of-sorts place and flings you into reallyreallyreally mad land.

Sushi is not my favourite food (stay with me here, this is a non-non sequitur) but it is M.'s. He makes it himself and I don't have a problem with that as it leaves me free to eat soup and sandwiches ("has no meat, is not a meal" by his standards, so I only get to enjoy it on his sushi binges). Now, making sushi is an involved process involving many plates, knives, cutting boards, pots of sticky rice and, obviously, fish.

Not a problem. So far so good. My only requests of him are that when he's done, he:

a) put the used dishes into the sink to soak (I'll wash them, no worries) because sticky rice is, duh, sticky, and when it dries is a suitable substitute for super glue (this request is not so difficult - I am considerate and fill the sink with hot soapy water so it's all ready for him), and

b) take the garbage with the unused fish pieces outside (again, not so difficult - I even went so far as to tell him to leave the garbage bag on the deck, I'd take it to the bins by the shed in the morning).

I went to bed early last night, drugged up on excedrin and peppermint tea. My mistake. Clearly, if a 41 year old man is left to his own devices, shit happens. Or rather, nothing happens.

Back to my kitchen encounter. Sink is still full of now cold soapy water - it contains no dirty dishes. None. Zip. Nil. Nada. The counters, however... (How can you set dishes beside a sink but not be able to put them into the sink? Is this some sort of male logic that I'm just not grasping??) And the unused fish! sweetmothermaryandjoseph, how can he think it's okay to leave that sitting out on the cutting board overnight? Tuna, salmon, red snapper, all raw, all warm, all stinking to high bloody heaven.

ugh. *cussgrumblesnort*

Rock beats scissors...

Maybe it was the shake up I needed. I haven't even called to bitch him out so I'm obviously not as furious as I feel I should be.

So now I'm just pissed off instead of blue.

I can work with that.