Men are from Mars
Don't get me wrong...I love my husband but he is from such a different planet. I had a math meeting, barely made it to piano on time, raced to a nail appointment and did not get home until after 8:00. We have done Subway for 3 years on Thursday and with being so busy, I thought...maybe he would have gone to get a sub. I have been at Physical Therapy since Dec. 21st on Thursdays. Tonight...no sub and because he had so much to do (????????????) he bought a frozen pizza and baked it which (a) stunk up the house...gag gag and (b) I would rather eat dirt which he knows I HATE frozen pizza and all the food show fried breaded crap he brings home. I am so mad that I was going to go out and get subway but it was 9:30 so by then, I don't even care if I eat anything. Well, at 9:40, guess who runs out to get a sub???? arrrrghhhhh....could scream. I am not eating a sub at 10:00 at night...hello!.............made a small salad and I'm good. Still have to pack all the cosmetics, clear the bedroom and bathroom for construction and go to work tomorrow. Had to finish laundry, pay all the bills and just kick myself for being married for damn near 39 years and putting up with all this crap....it is what it is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And he thinks he had a lot to do...still trying to figure THAT out!
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