Background Info and the first incident...

Ok so I just recently decided to live with a roommate... a friend I've known for over 10 years.  We were very close friends and I figured what could possibly go wrong?  I knew moving in together would either make or break our friendship... and it has been tested.  Maybe it's because we're opposite sex roommates.  Maybe it's because there's an age difference.  Maybe I'm just not meant to have a roommate.  Either way, I'm here to document what is happening... the good, the bad and the ugly of living with a roommate.  And boy does it get ugly.  And DIRTY.  And there WILL be pictures. Intrigued? 

Ok really - this is a place for me to vent.  The reason for this blog is to share some very specific stories that I find both humerous and revolting... and it's easier to write it down in one place than to have to tell everyone the story multiple times.  Maybe you can relate, maybe you have stories of your own to share.  I won't bore you with the details of everything leading up to this point. There have been good times and bad, laughter and texting arguments.  But there is one incident that started it all...

It was a Friday night.  My roommate (we will call him Art) and I were playing the Wii.  Our boys were playing in their room.  (Ok, I have to give a little bit more info, we have a 3 bedroom apartment, Art has his room, I have my room, and each of our boys share a room.)  Art's son, Bart (fake) asks him to open up a Spiderman safe.  Art opens up Bart's safe, and starts laughing.  Apparently there is a plastic action figure boot in the safe - it caught Art by surprise.  A little while later, Art goes into his room and starts laughing - says the boot was in the middle of his bed and it's following him.  We continue to play the Wii and a little while later I see the boot on the floor.  I point it out to Art and he laughs again and picks it up, walks out of the room. 

A while later I open up a cabinet to get a snack and the boot is in the cabinet.  Haha how funny - it's now a game of hide and seek!  I hide the boot in his insulin box, knowing he will find it later.  In the meantime, he has left to go to the store, we end up arguing.  He comes home, goes into the bathroom (where the boot and the insulin are), then goes into his room - angry of course.   Saturday morning I wake up and put my boy in the shower... there's the boot.  Hmmm... despite his anger, he is still playing.  Ok, my turn to hide it. 

I decide to put it on his stand up electric toothbrush like a pen cap, figuring he will find it quickly and then hide it.  Saturday was busy.  Saturday night I go to check where the boot could possibly be, it's my turn to hide it!!!!

I open up the shelf where the toothbrushes are... and there's the boot capping his toothbrush.  Hmmm... ok.  Time for bed. 

Before I go on, I have to say, I've now decided to hide my son and my toothbrush in a drawer.  There is nothing that comes and goes with him when he goes into the bathroom - there are no other toothbrushes in the bathroom that are opened... so no spare.  Just sayin...

Sunday morning he goes to work, I am home with my boy.  Ok let's find the boot and then find a good hiding spot for it.  Open the toothbrush shelf (there's a curtain covering it - it's a shelf built into the wall of the bathroom) and there's the boot!!!!!  ...capping his toothbrush.  Ok... maybe he's not playing anymore.  I uncover the toothbrush and touch it to my palm and it's dry and crusty.  I thought if he'd used it and re-capped it, it must be damp.  Right?  It's covered, not exposed to the air to dry quickly. 

Ok... I need to test this out.  I decide to booby trap his toothbrush.  I put a TINY spec of toothpaste on the side of the bristles of the brush.  Small enough where he won't notice it because he won't be looking for it, and small enough where it will definitely be wiped off if the toothbrush is used.  Sunday night I sleep at my sister's house.

Monday comes and goes, and I get home after work with my boy... you better believe the first place I go to is the bathroom.  Nevermind the boot... DID HE USE HIS TOOTHBRUSH???? 

Remove boot (yes, still there)

Locate toothpaste spot (YES... STILL THERE!!!!)

Carefully replace boot to not disturb the toothpaste.






Tuesday morning, before work.  THE BOOT IS STILL THERE!!! 

Remove boot

Locate toothpaste spot (***GAG***)




Carefully replace boot to not disturb the toothpaste.  At this point I consider starting a blog and taking pictures to document this process.  But I don't take a picture.

Tuesday night I come home from class... and I make a beeline for the bathroom. 



The boot is off the toothbrush, the toothbrush has finally moved, and the boot is on the handle of my hairbrush.

Which means, as I suspected... he hid it as soon as he found it.  He continued the game. 

Do I sound excited?  Nope.  Why, you may ask??? 

Because, if you've been paying attention, that means the boot was on the toothbrush undiscovered from Saturday morning until some point on Tuesday.

Yeah.