Yeah, I've managed to make my way back to the disciplinary house of idiots. I'm almost embarassed to say. I broke two rules that go unsaid at my house. Don't pour oil or grease in the garbage, and don't bother my stuff! Nuff said.
I fried catfish filets Tuesday evening for dinner. I never re-use oil. My hubby always takes it out because he says I don't take it far enough away to keep the pets out of it. So, he was busy that evening and I thought, "The garbage guys run tomorrow. He'll never know if I pour it in the trash." So, I poured it in the trash, put the bathroom trash bags on top and was done. NOPE! Not quite.
The next morning, he gets up, gets dressed and he and our dog take the trash out. 'safe so far' Not for long though. He comes back in the house and screams. "Jo Ann, you put oil in the trash. Come see what the hell you did." Yeah, I effed up. Big Time. There was a trail of oil from the trashcan to the the utility room, out the back door and all the way across the deck. Not good. He cleaned the deck and sprayed it with ant spray while I cleaned up the mess in the house. Not the end of the journey. The oil stained the treated lumber on the deck. I sprayed it, mopped it, no luck. It still has a dark trail. Every morning now, he's a bitch from hell. When I get out of the truck at work, he asks, "Do you think you can get inside your office without effin up?" No fun. But, he's known this from day one. I'm not perfect but I'm a perfect f''k up. LOL
It's really not funny. He is a stickler for cleanliness, so everyday, I spray it again, mop it and hope for the best.
The kicker? I accidentally sprayed gun oil on his jeans to get the stain out. He now has a pair of Wranglers that are useless. He shouldn't have put his spray can of gun oil in the utility room. It's the same color of my 'spot remover'. So yeah, I get to sleep with KC for a few nights. "Move over Muppet." LOL