Our Own Sitcom...

...my poor co-workers have to deal with me coming in to work, usually in a tyrant over the latest thing that Matt has done to upset me. I think they secretly enjoy my stories because at our house, you NEVER know what's going to happen. They have told me on more than one occasion that they think Matt and I could have our own sitcom. I've thought about this a great deal and I think that our show would be a cross of "King of Queens" and "Everybody Loves Raymond." Don't believe me? Let me share a few stories with you...

*Last Wednesday I go to pack my lunch with the leftovers from the night before. When I packaged them, I had told Matt that I was going to take them for my lunch so DO NOT EAT!!! Yes, I have to stake claim on food items at my house or they disappear before I have a chance to think about them, I even have my own cabinet with my "secret" foods that Matt cannot touch i.e. peanut butter, 100 calorie packs, popcorn, you get the idea, right? So I open the fridge to put the container in my lunch box and what do I see? Oh I see the container alright, with three peas in it...that's it...all the rest is gone, he's left me THREE FREAKIN' PEAS!?! I call him and calmly explain, "If I were going to put the leftovers in my lunch, why would I be upset?" Giving him a chance to admit what he'd done but NO! He wants to fight me!?! He DENIES that he ate it...come on Mattie, it's you, me and our two dogs who don't have thumbs so I find it a little hard to believe that one of them got in the fridge and ate it (yes, he's blamed things like this before on Shadow...poor Shadie!). *Three hours pass, Matt comes home, I'm asleep and he wakes me up, "Babe...babe...I remember what happened to the leftovers?" Me, rubbing my eyes waking up, "What..." Matt, "I ate them..." and goes into long explanation. DUH! I knew you ate them you just wouldn't fess up and you had to stall for three hours to think of an excuse-ugh!!! Do you totally not see Doug from "King of Queens" in a similar situation?

*We have our kitchen table, all of my stuff goes on the right and all of Matt's stuff goes on the left. It's this unspoken habit we've started, whenever mail comes for one of us, it goes to our respective side. He leaves the house after me and parks by the mailbox so if something needs to be mailed, it goes on his side and he's *supposed* to put it in the mailbox. Typically what happens is I have to say, "Matt, I am putting this envelope with a stamp on it and our return address and it needs to go in the mailbox, you know that black thing on a post at the end of the driveway about 3 feet from your truck? Yes, in there...can you handle that?" Then usually it sits there for about 2-3 days and then I have to get all naggy about it until it gets mailed. If its something important, I usually take it with me and mail it at the post office. I have this weird thing about leaving unsent mail in the mailbox overnight. Anyways, do you guys see a Ray situation here?

So anyways, next time you watch either of those shows, just picture Matt and I in their places because that's typically what a night is like at the Groeteke household. So tell me, what sitcom describes your house?