This is a serious question (and a sweeping generalization), people. I know I'm not the only one who deals with this and I want to understand why men seem physically incapable of refilling a mother fucking ice cube tray.
I'm not trying to harsh on ML, don't get me wrong. He pulls his weight around the house, sometimes even more than I do.
But he doesn't refill the ice cube trays. Ever.
What the fuck?
It's not like this is an arduous task, or one that involves heavy machinery or even much fucking thought. The ice cube tray is empty, you go to the sink, turn the fucking faucet on and fill it up. It doesn't even weigh much when you're done!!
Maybe he's drying it. Yes, that has to be it. He's going to let the tray dry so it will be... well, dry, when he puts MOTHER FUCKING WATER in it.
If he ever uses that as an excuse I'm going to nut-punch him.
Technically, ice cube trays don't really need to be washed, or at least not every single time. It's not like you can get salmonella from ice cubes and we're not freezing fucking piss in them. Of course, if I ever find out someone is filling them with urine those empty, neglected ice cube trays are going to be the least of my problems.
I just don't get it.
But it makes me want to punch a kitten, dammit.
Admit it, you've all been there. There is always something the S/O or roomie does that makes your ass clench in irritation. What is it?