F-R-E-E-D-O-M!!

Almost.
The birds leave tomorrow.

Over the last few months I've learned many things. I'm not going to preach tolerance, patience, how to cook traditional Mennonite dishes, or any crap like that.
I learned about Science. More specifically: Genetics.
It occurred to me living amongst this clan (man do I have a clever name for them...but I don't really need to broadcast their last name, and any play on it I have), that I'm fighting a battle I'll never win. I thought I was fighting the "nurture" part of the whole "nature vs. nurture" debate. Wrong.
The issues that arise in this marital world of mine, I realize are genetics. Mr. Sass clearly comes by these things honestly. His parents to the same. I discovered that the following must be genetically imprinted:

• Leaving cupboards open, yet blaming others.
• Piling dishes in the sink instead of putting them in the (empty and ready!) dishwasher.
• An inability to empty said dishwasher.
• Taking out any kind of garbage. Instead, lets pile it up and see how high we can get it before it falls over.
• Not recycling (the bin is right beside the garbage folks!). This just isn't happening with them, and I tend to be a recycling Nazi.
• Spilling on a perfectly clean floor.
• Spilling anywhere and not wiping it up, but letting it dry/crust.
• Walking with muddy shoes across the floor, when there is a mat for the shoes.
• Leaving every single light on in the house.
• Spazzing during the wee hours of the morning when most sane people are sleeping.
• An insane love of eggs.

This list is by far not conclusive. I'd hate you to think I'm bitching (again). I swear it's bread into them. I'm guessing the only way to change it, is to give Mr. Sass a good solid beating to alter these genes?