I think it's also a remnant of first living as an adult in DC without air conditioning.

In France, my French roommate would refrigerate unopened cans of tuna but leave opened milk and cooked chicken on the counter for days.

Raise your hand if ew?

::raising hand::

As a French person, I'm offended by your French roommate. That's just weird. I mean, eggs, cheese, but milk?

Now when I eat tomato sauce it burns my lips as if it had been spicy food.

Tomato sauce and orange juice both do this to me. Too much OJ will give me actual sore places, like abrasions, inside my mouth. My mom says we are allergic to citric acid, but I don't know if that's true.

My butter sits on the counter in an antique butter dish. My sister insists on refrigerating butter, she's sure she'll get horribly sick even though we both grew up in a household where butter was left out and no one ever got sick. Margarine doesn't taste as good, even if it isn't the dangerous kind. Skim milk is gross, as are (boneless) clams.

I remain deeply worried about the state of health care reform. I won't be calm until it's actually law.

Randomly: My cat is currently curled up in a cardboard box, which makes me think maybe he would enjoy a cat bed, but mostly makes me crack up thinking of my cat as Profit.

As a French person, I'm offended by your French roommate. That's just weird. I mean, eggs, cheese, but milk?

Yeah, she had all kinds of weirdness about her that had nothing to do with her being French.

So the crappy anti-abortion thing passed? Here's hoping the Senate strips it out.

If he likes the box, just keep it for a bed. Better then spending the money.

Worst roommate food issue I ever had was one slob of a roomie who insisted on "experimenting" with comfort foods.

Which led to her making creamed chipped tuna on toast. Which led to her leaving the vile concoction sitting in the pan in which she'd cooked it, with the spatula sitting in it, for days.

And it was my pan and spatula.

I finally scraped it out into a plastic bowl, holding my nose against the stench, and left the bowl sitting in the middle of her bed.

Of course she was offended.

"You could have just asked me to clean it up!"

"A) I did. and B) no, I really shouldn't have had to ask you."

And my mother always wondered why I was desperate to live alone.

My cat is currently curled up in a cardboard box, which makes me think maybe he would enjoy a cat bed

My cats sleep on the floor a lot, and I felt like a bad kitty-caretaker for not getting them their own bed. So I bought a nice soft fluffy round bed with snuggly sides, and they sniffed it and ignored it. Percy showed more interest in sitting in the new cat pan I bought and haven't put into place yet. I'm like, really? A plastic bin over a fluffy bed? WTF, cat?