Cave man like dirt *grunt*

Apparently, a hurricane hit Mark's room the other night, because it was a pig sty. There were dirty clothes strewn all over the floor, along with his comforter, blankets, clean clothes, sweatshirts, baseball gear and his favorite books. I literally could not walk from the door to his bed without stepping on stuff.

"You need to clean this room!" I ordered, and Mark looked at me in disbelief.

"It's fine!" he insisted. He kicked a few things out of the way to clear a path to his bed. "See? Better already."

"No, it's not!" I told him. "It's disgusting! Pick it up!"

Then he opened his mouth and said, "But this is how men live."

I turned to look at him in horror. "Not all men live like this," I told him, but he didn't hear me. He was too busy scratching his bum.

I swear, you can't make this stuff up. I looked at my bum-scratching little cave man, who justified his dirty quarters as an homage to manhood, and I shook my head. I have no idea where he comes up with this stuff.

"And people wonder why I never got married," I said under my breath. "Honestly...I don't think I could live with a grown-up version of you messing up my house and saying, 'This is how men live.'"

I shook my head again and walked away. And said a silent prayer for my future daughter-in-law, if I ever have one. Because she will need all the help she can get to deal with this guy!

I'm raising a cave man, not a boy

Yesterday's quote of the day.

Mark: "Sometimes, when I'm feeling too lazy to get a cup down from the shelf, I just drink right from the kitchen sink."

Me, not sure I heard that correctly: "What?"

Mark: "Yeah. When you're in the shower, sometimes, you know, I'm thirsty, but just too lazy to climb on the counter, open the cabinet, get a cup all the way down, climb back down, and then have to fill a WHOLE cup with water. So I just turn on the faucet and drink from that instead."

Me, shaking my head: "Do me a favor--don't tell me these things, OK?"

Who wants a ticket to the Gun Show?