Don't Make Me Get A Choke Collar!

I am not sure if sending Farmer H to the dog house is enough to encourage him to change his ways! Stronger tactics might be necessary. Not only did Farmer H leave a heavy scratchy wreath on T-Hoe's hood, and use my ice-hacking butter knife to butter his biscuits... but he committed an even more egregious atrocity later in the evening, after my previous post had been sent to press!

I was happily ticket-scratching at the kitchen table, listening to music on HIPPIE. Farmer H had been back to the kitchen to bring his plate, and get dessert. I stopped my music, because that man purely LOVES to interrupt while I am trying to remember numbers and letters in my head on those lottery tickets that take more than a few seconds to match numbers. Finally he was out of my hair. 

Between tickets, I glanced over to the counter beside the sink. Something was missing. Something out of the ordinary. Oh! I did not see Farmer H's bowl, my round Chinese Tupperware, that had held his cheeseburger mac. I figured he'd put it in the sink with cold water. I hate when he does that. He's heard more than one lecture about cold water on greasy plastic.

When I got up later to warm my own supper, which was actual Chinese food in one of those Chinese Tupperware containers... I did not see Farmer H's bowl in the sink. What in the NOT-HEAVEN! He was really going to get it if I found out he had left it in the living room beside his recliner! He does that with his empty soda bottles, and snack bowls, and only brings them to the kitchen the next morning.

Then I saw it! 

MY CHINESE TUPPERWARE BOWL WAS IN THE WASTEBASKET!

Oh no he didn't! That's as bad as the uninvited guest brought to Farmer H's retirement BBQ by a teenage relative, who threw away my small fork, which required me to dig through two bags of BBQ trash. I still think that was on purpose, she having specifically asked for a metal fork, though everyone else was using plastic cutlery.

Anyhoo... I rescued my Chinese Tupperware bowl. They are quite handy, you know, for storing leftovers and warming them. I interrogated Farmer H the next morning.

"WHY did you throw away my Chinese Tupperware! I use them over and over."

"I didn't throw it away. I left it beside the sink."

"No. I looked all over for it, and found it in the trash!"

"I know I wiped it out, like you tell me. With my paper towel. I thought I put it by the sink."

"Nope. You put it in the wastebasket. With the paper towel in it."

"I told you I wiped it out!"

Baby steps...