My Roommate is not good with charts:
Opening the cupboard, Ludwig put the rosemary next to salt and pepper. Half of the groceries he'd bought had been put away when the front door slammed open. An'na…. he thought with a disapproving frown but didn't stop his work. That was, until the woman came trudging into the kitchen, grocery bags dangling from both arms up to her elbows.
An'na unceremoniously let them all drop from her arms, shaking the nearly melted snow from her now flattened hair. Ludwig's frown deepened, mainly because he'd predicted something like this would happen and made a way for it to be prevented.
"You didn't read the chart did you?" he asked dryly as she finally looked up at the nearly empty bags on the counter.
"What chart?" she huffed out, still trying to catch her breathe. Ludwig kindly pointed to the third chart on the refrigerator that read 'Grocery Rotation'.
An'na eyed as she removed her soiled gloves. "So, now we have too much food?"
"It seems that way" Ludwig responded, returning to putting away his groceries.
"Fucking a…I don't do charts…"
A/N: An'na has such a potty mouth. She should have bough some soap! Happy Late Memorial Day guys! Thank you to all of the troops, in every country, who fought (lived and died) to protect their homeland! God Bless you and your family!
-CeCe ~.^