I'd like to take them off, but I'd also like wall to wall carpeting and know there won't be anything horrible to step in. Can't possibly do this.I never understand why people want to keep their shoes on inside anyway. Wearing shoes indoors is horrible.
I have realised that before I had children, I had no house rules. Except maybe don't outstay your welcome, I can't stand it when friends don't take the hint that it's time to go to bed. Luckily I've never had problems with saying to my friends that it's time to get out and they've never taken offence.
Don't put the butter in the fridge.
Er,
That's it.
My flatmate's boyfriend puts the marmite in the fridge. One morning I looked everywhere in the kitchen for it except the fridge, because my brain was incapable of even entertaining the notion that any human person could possibly be so damaged and wrong as to think that marmite goes in the fridge.
Dust off, nuke him from orbit, it's the only way to be sure.My flatmate's boyfriend puts the marmite in the fridge.
Smoke outside
I lived in my last place for a nearly a year and other than for sexual partners or family I never had one guest. It's a bit sad really.
I've had complaints from the parents of my children's friends.That's a bit harsh. Especially if they're a non-smoker.
"When you come here:
What you see here,
What you do here,
What you hear here...
stays here.
Or don't come here."
Although I first saw this written on the wall of a dealers house in Finsbury Park... I think it stands as a good set of house rules.
No wearing my slippers
definitely..rarely answer the front door unless people shout our names through the letterboxDon't ring the door bell unless you're the postie.
no meat
no shoes
no smoking
dont crowd the dancefloor or film or use flash photography
definitely..rarely answer the front door unless people shout our names through the letterbox
Start eating as soon as you are served.
Infinite butter.Mine are butter/bread-related.
If you finish the butter, let me know so that I can buy some more.
Never finish the bread. If there's one slice left, take half.
My rules are kind of person-specific.
ETA: actually, scratch that. Never finish the butter either. Leave half of what's left.