I hate ribs now

Those damn ribs are now simmering on the stove.
She offered me pork tacos. ew.
The house reeks. The ribs simmer.
Stink and repeat.

ew.

Food poisoning, anybody?

Went downstairs at 12:30 pm. Pan of ribs is
still on the stove. Dog still snoring in his cage.
Groceries still sitting on the filthy carpet.

Ew.

Cold to hot.....and hotter

SOMEBODY (not me) opened an outside door
about 7:30 this morning and left it open.

The heater ran until almost 10 am.
The thermostat is set to 60.
It's in the coldest part of the house.

It's 80 in my room right now.
I don't DARE touch that thermostat.
You do the math. She gets the gas bill.

I smell the ribs

It's 5 am on Sunday morning. She's been banging
around in the kitchen off and on all night.

Wide awake now so I went down to grab my stuff
for coffee and get my paper. There is a pan of cooked
ribs sitting on the stove. Not cooking, just sitting.

Bags of groceries all over the dirty filthy carpet in
the dining room. Next to the EMPTY table. ?????

I'm so glad the paper came earlier today so I don't
have to go downstairs any more! I nudged on the heat
while I was down there. Any bets on how long it stays on?