Yay for early morning tiffs. I was trying to wake up while surfing the web and Jake says "I put a dollar in your purse and took out the change." I yelled "Wait!" and stomped over. I save the quarters from the different states and had one or two I didn't have yet. After fussing at him he slammed the coins on my desk and said "FINE. I didn't realize it was such a big deal." Enter bitch-mode... "It's ALWAYS been a big deal. I'm not a bank. I need to keep change for when I park. I'm not a bank ya know!" With that I grabbed my coins and looked to see which ones I was missing. Only one of them was new, so I gave him the rest. All that over coins.

It's not that I get annoyed about him digging in my purse for change... as much as him assuming it's his without asking. it would be different if I did the same. But anything I've borrowed I made sure to give back. I have yet to see any coins reappear in my purse. By this time I'd need a new purse just to hold them all.

Jake also recieved a letter from the car accident lawyer. It looks like the woman is not going to settle and he will owe $1000. After consulting a free legal advice place they said that if he offers to pay half she may not try to sue for the other $500. I say it's worth a shot. So yeah... it will be hard times in this household for a while.

...named Jake. I woke up and lumbered into the bathroom, briefly glancing about. I noticed a glob of something by the shower and figured it was some sort of hairball. Lovely... I grabbed some toilet paper and reached down only to see that it wasn't kitty throw up, but a glob of some sort of crystalized peanut butter. Almost like a honeycomb. I cleaned it up and started picking little bits up off the throw rug, then noticed it was also on the towel. WTF!?! Afterwards I went into the kitchen. It was like a Mr. Peanut crime scene. Peanut butter on the counter, the sink, the OTHER counter. What did he do... use his hand to scoop it out? Nope. In the sink were TWO knives, each with big goops of peanut butter on them. A HUGE pet peeve of mine. Since the surgery I haven't tried peanut butter yet... and have always had a thing about not cleaning it off of your knife when done. Jake, on the other hand, leaves half a fucking jar on the knife and then drops it into the sink to sit... and harden... and get EVERYWHERE. He woke up just in time to hear me bitch (as if I wouldn't save it) about his peanut butter orgy. At least he cleaned the knives this time. :p