Glad I’m not the only one with an (occasionally) asshole-y husband.
Even though my pc is totally fucked up, I decided to wait until tomorrow to reformat. You get yourself online and book a rich-bitch ticket to Singapore! Right now.
I’m going to post the 24-hours of Singapore on my blog because I’m too long-winded for a comment. uh, could you tell? :D
Dorfwad better get his act together or that Dixie will bite him in the balls or somethin’. I just made that up, I don’t really wish a guy’s balls to be brutalized by a Dixie, but I think if he even visualized that he would be more empathic to your having slaved in the kitchen all day!
Word.
You know what *I* hate? Waking up at 9am on a Saturday to the husband’s alarm, wondering why they hell he never told me that he was getting up and going somewhere today. What if I’d made plans for us or cooked a breakfast? Geez. Oh and he still hasn’t stopped pressing snooze so I have no idea what the hell he is up to today!
Where was he? and what time did he get home?
My man can go where he want. As long as he leaves me money. And gets his own fucking dinner.
Eh, it happens. That’s why they have leftovers.
Don’t get mad, you get the benefit of a hot, felicious meal and he gets leftovers. There is justice in this world.
um, delicious. felicious sounds like something else that might not go so well with bean soup.
Amy: Nope. I think they all disappoint at times. *sigh* What a turd.
Geeky Tai-Tai: I LOVED YOUR POST! LOL It was GREAT! I could probably though train Heidi kitty to nip him in the nuts. She’s crazy like that. 
geek: See, you’d never do that. Would you? WOULD YOU?
Hilly: HOLY CRAP. 9am on a Saturday? That is deffo grounds for d-i-v-o-r-c-e. No lie. I just think that they can’t think things through properly.
annie: He was at a friends house drinking and socializing. He got home AFTER 9pm. It wasn’t so much as him going out and doing his own thing, but he SAID he’d be home at 4:30pm so I could sort of time when things had to be done so we could eat at 6pm. Even if he was home at 6, it would have been fine. Thing is, he came home and RATHER THAN EATING WHAT I FUCKING COOKED, he had saltines and peanut butter. I seriously hoped that he’d have choked to death on those crackers.
Miss Ann Thrope: Yeah, he is eating leftovers. The rest of the bean soup is all he’s getting to eat until it is all gone. I don’t care if it takes him a week.
And yeah, felicious sounds like something he’s not getting until I get some of my apology gifts.
And here I’ve been thinking this whole time that you were living in Kentucky.
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