1. If you have ever had wonderful dreams of doing grocery shopping with your man and he is smiling and has opinions, valid, relevant and reliable input on the mutually beneficial household goods.....well it's time to let that dream go (speaking mostly to myself)
The most you going to get is a grunt, a "it's fine with me" and multiple mood swings and yet you are buying food and other supplies that he will use and deplete. MUST THIS BE SOO PAINFUL...the answer is No, just don't go with him.
Either have him drop you of and pick you up; you will find peace and necessary bargains!!! I repeat NECESSARY!
2. The one thing worse than the toilet issue is the BUTTER issue! Beautiful, young , goddess (kinda like me) says to dude {in a nice, firm but nice manner} "Honey please make sure that you don't add any other food particles to the butter. Please"
This mind you was agreed upon and understood, it was wonderful, as if a lightbulb had finally switched on in his head.
A week later, beautiful, young goddess decides to have a sandwich and wants to butter her bread. What does she find on opening the tub?! Traces of varied sandwich meals and certain mold developments on some particles. Jam particles, peanut butter, traces of grated cheese and a small but noticeable piece of molding polony!!! WHY WHY WHY!!!
It gets better, you can see that on many occasions he overestimated how much butter he wanted then spread some on his bread and returned the leftover from his knife back into the butter tub. Now the butter has bread crumbs in it also!!! Is it irrational to just want butter to be butter? To want to make a sandwich without having to perform removal surgery first so to eventually get to the butter?
Its things like these that give you visions of picking up the thinnest yet sharpest knife and ever so graciously stab him between the eyes whilst poetically stating WHY. CAN'T. YOU. JUST. DO. RIGHT. AAAAAAAAAAH - just so he gets it you know, but not actually die.
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