Seriously?!?!

Ok so last night (Sunday almost 8pm) I come home after being out since Saturday morning (left before 9am) and Art is home, cooking.  We say our hellos, talk about our weekends, etc.  He goes into his room to read and I go into my room to do school work.  I come out to have a bowl of cereal and I touch my milk and it's a little bit warm.  Ok... odd.  I smell it and it smells a little off, but not BAD, so I figured I'd use it for the last night tonight and then dump it.  The whole time I'm feeling the outside going "why does this not feel really cold???"  So I pour it and before taking a bite I just take some of the milk on the spoon and put it in my mouth.  It's pretty much room temperature.  Um... WTF.  I dump my bowl of cereal and check the setting on the fridge, it seems ok, not really sure what's going on. 

I hover in Art's room and say "I'm not sure if there's something wrong with the fridge..." and he very casually without skipping a beat says "Oh, I came home and the fridge was open.  It must have stayed open all day."

Ok, so either you or your Bart didn't close the fridge all the way before you left for work (he usually leaves before 9), and you didn't notice?  You came home (he gets home usually after 6) and you just shut the door????  AND THEN when I get home, you don't think to mention that my food might be spoiled because it was room temperature for over 9 hours and I may want to either check it or at throw it out to avoid getting sick???

SERIOUSLY?!?!   WTF!!!!  It's things like this that reinforce me not wanting to live with anyone, but more specifically HIM - because it's not only common sense but it's common courtesy and I think he should just continue to live in his little bubble all by himself!  I was SO MAD.

So... milk, yogurt, cheese, eggs, salad dressing... all in the garbage. 

77 days until April 30, 2012!