Monday, February 11, 2013

The bathroom Spounge..

oh man do i have some stories for this week! so tuesday we had an exchange and i mean it was a good exchange we had lots of fun and elder miller is a great guy. needless to say i was a little worried as to what the apartment would look like when i returned. i came home and it wasn't a complete disaster so i was pleased. elder bouqet was even doing the dishes so it was a nice surprise. then the worst thing that could ever happen happened. he was doing the dishes with a sponge i had only seen a few times before. it wasn't the sponges we bought for the dishes and that was defnite. i asked him where he got the sponge and of course he couldn't remember so i had to put on my sherlock holmes cap and do some searching. let's just say i am a little better of a detective than sherlock holmes. i went straight to the bathroom and found that the sponge we'd been cleaning the bathroom with for 6 weeks was missing. yes he was cleaning the dishes with a toilet sponge. at this point my emotions were like a tsunami. i was sick to my stomach while being depressed and angry. what 27 year old doesn't know that you don't use the same sponge on the dishes as you used on the toilet. things grew from there and we had ourselves a nice little arguement.
continuing with wednesday. he decided at about 9:45 he was going to bake something. well he burnt not baked and the apartment was filled with smoke so he opened all the windows. i was snuggled in my bed reading jesus the christ. the time came to go to sleep and i thought the apartment was just warming up again because it was pretty cold. well that wasn't the case. he had left a window open and now as a result of the dirty toilet sponge and the window open i am terribly ill. but i mean that's what you get when you live with a 27 year old frenchman right?
today i did a little experiment with our shopping. i went down every aisle to look at things. all i did was look never said anything to elder b. it turns out that almost every aisle he bought something. he spent 44 euros today shopping and i spent 20. we are alotted about 40 euros a week so i hope he can get that money back somehow. this is my life with a frenchman and hopefully this is my last week
avec amour
elder oliverson

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