I love my roommates. They’re sweet, social and considerate. Neither is ever noisy. Both are thoughtful and kind.
We do however have some issues with throwing things away (and I’m as guilty as either of them).
There’s currently a covered tray of what was once fresh fruit sitting on the kitchen table. It’s been there since early last week, and there’s a lovely layer of fine fuzz sprouting from the strawberries.
Mike and I are placing bets on how long it will stay on the table without his or my interference …