Thanks to my frickin' husband!!! ARRRGGHHHH!!!!

So yesterday, I enjoyed a nice peanut butter and pickle sandwhich (no, not a pregnancy craving, I've been eating them since I was 4), before putting everything away, Brynn wanted to read a book, so I got in bed with her and read a book. Well, Nick got home from running errands and noticed the pickles were still out.

So what does he do? Put them in the refigerator laying down on the jar's SIDE. Seriously. Guys can be such idiots.

So this morning, I open the refrigerator and ALL you smell is pickles. The juice (brand new jar, BTW, as in, bought it on Monday) is EVERYWHERE...leaked all over EVERYTHING. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

Two other things my moronic husband has done in the past few DAYS:

1. Threw away my potato scrubber because he said it was 'dirty'. Um...so you stick it in the dishwasher and...you know...WASH IT!! And of course, when he threw it away, he didn't a) tell me or b) go buy a new one, so when I went to go clean potatoes for the pot roast last night, I had to do the best I could by hand.

2. Ruined my favorite non-stick brownie pan. I make brownies every week to eat during American Idol. I left for Karis' last week while they were still in the pan, Nick ate some and didn't re-cover the pan...the brownies turned into rocks. So instead of soaking the brownies and just pulling them out...HE USES A FREAKING STEAK KNIFE AND SCRAPES THEM OUT. Completely destroying the bottom of the pan!!!!!!

*Bang. Head. Against. Wall.*

But I love him.

*sigh*