The Little People must be offended.

[hummingwolf]

No matter how many people live in a group home, each person will insist that they're constantly cleaning up after everyone else--how come this place is such a disaster area? The more loudly the group as a whole insists that they're neat freaks who can't stand to live in a messy house, the worse the house looks. One can only conclude that the brownies, upset by the quality of the food being left out for them, are coming into the house in the middle of the night and messing up everything as revenge. If only I could convince the housemates that, for example, a can of grease left on the windowsill or a box of cereal with a Sell-By date of July 2002 is not an acceptable offering, perhaps the wee folk would clean everything up again and we could spend all our time doing more interesting things.

Comments

[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

it's always looked pretty good to me. but then, you've seen MY housekeeping. ;D

say, maybe i need to entice my brownies with offerings too. or (come to think of it) maybe zack is eating them at night. horrors!

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

Now that you mention it, I wouldn't mind having some brownies I could eat myself.

Mmm... brownies!

[wig.livejournal.com]

Not only will they trash your house, they will cause bicycle tyres to puncture at inopportune times.

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

Eek! Good thing I don't have a bicycle. Angry brownies could explain the state of my shoes, though.

[danalog.livejournal.com]

I've been in two group houses, with a half switchout in one of the years at the first one, so it counts more as three.
In the first year of the first one, we actually *did* have a total slob who messed everything up and everyone else cleaned up after, so we had no need for the brownies.
Second year of the first one, I was pretty drugged out on prescription drugs (thanks a freaking lot, docs), so I don't remember much about the cleanliness of the house.
Second place I lived.... we pretty much all completely stayed in our rooms. So the common areas stayed pretty clean, wonder of all wonders. Well, except for when Zack would poop in the living room. But then at least we had someone/something to blame! =)

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

Ah, it's nice to have someone who'll take the blame! Zack's a good scapegoat... er, scapecat.