+4
Gah. I hate cleaning the kitchen with a passion. My ex was like that. Always cleaning. I'd cook, use a bowl for mixing and then set it down, she would shadow me, grab it, clean it and place it back into the cabinet as soon as I turned around. It was kinda funny. And oddly efficient. We never tripped each other up in the kitchen.
She had these large awkward decorative pillows on the couch. I'd always move mine so that I could lean back more. EVERY time I'd get up, even if it was just to go to the bathroom and come right back, she would instinctively grab the pillow and put it back where it belonged. Then I'd have to move it out of the way again when I returned. I always thought it was funny because I don't think she even realized. Just in a constant cleaning mode.
That's the one thing I hate about cooking, yeah. Damn decorative pillows.