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Provided by the compucert Yesterday I get an email from my wife that she picked up all sorts of goodies for dinner. She also asked me to bring home an apple, which implied that she felt like having some Sangria with dinner. So with these expectations I had a small lunch at 12:30 and didn't eat the whole rest of the work day.
I get home. I get out of my car with a smile to greet my wife.
The first thing out of her mouth, "Did you ask your mother about those bookshelves?"
"Ahh, no," I answered while getting my stuff out of the trunk of the Focus. "I completely forgot." Stacey suggested I should give my mother some mahogany book shelves that I had in my old Buick.
"Put them in your car and give them to her tomorrow," she ordered.
"No, I'm not putting those in my car," I answered. "This is the new car, not t3h wag00n."
"Then bring t3h wag00n," she responded.
"I don't want to," I said. I love driving the new car, and she's using t3h wag00n almost everyday. "And what if she doesn't want them? Then I'll be loading and unloading them. For what? They're not in the way."
"Just bring them," she orders again. "Put them in your car."
"Put them in YOUR car," I answered, getting annoyed now, "it's the old one now."
"You think you're smart," she starts in, "but I notice that your brain doesn't work."
"Well maybe I have bigger things on my mind than some bookshelves mentioned in passing a couple of weeks ago," I answer.
"Like what?!?!" she demands.
As if I have to answer to her, but I did so anyway, "Well, maybe the fourth anniversary of Dad passing away yesterday."
"That's why you've been in a bad mood," she deduces, "and that's why you're taking it out ON ME!"
WTF? I get out of my car and she assaults me with nonsense and I'm the one in the bad mood? And when I got home she's sitting in the yard with MY MAIL. I figured out that now she's busy invading my privacy by searching my mail before I get in. Trying to check my balances and stuff. She's always counting everyone else's money.
So I finally answer, "I came home in a good mood! You attacked ME!"
"Because of your attitude I didn't make you dinner," she stated. As if she's teaching me a lesson. She makes it seem like cutting up a tormato is like splitting the friggin atom. And then there's no food in the damned house. She's always telling me about all this shopping she does, but the fridge is always empty. I guess that's for her office.
Whatever. I went to sleep hungry and thirsty.
The whole eating arrangement thing has been a problem for us for years now. I usually eat very little during the day so I can have dinner with my wife. However, she eats a lot during the day and isn't hungry when she gets home. I end up eating about 8:00 at night, which I hate. I'd rather have a later lunch and skip that late dinner. But for now it means nothing to her skip dinner, but to me it's a big deal. The hunger is completely distracting.
I get home. I get out of my car with a smile to greet my wife.
The first thing out of her mouth, "Did you ask your mother about those bookshelves?"
"Ahh, no," I answered while getting my stuff out of the trunk of the Focus. "I completely forgot." Stacey suggested I should give my mother some mahogany book shelves that I had in my old Buick.
"Put them in your car and give them to her tomorrow," she ordered.
"No, I'm not putting those in my car," I answered. "This is the new car, not t3h wag00n."
"Then bring t3h wag00n," she responded.
"I don't want to," I said. I love driving the new car, and she's using t3h wag00n almost everyday. "And what if she doesn't want them? Then I'll be loading and unloading them. For what? They're not in the way."
"Just bring them," she orders again. "Put them in your car."
"Put them in YOUR car," I answered, getting annoyed now, "it's the old one now."
"You think you're smart," she starts in, "but I notice that your brain doesn't work."
"Well maybe I have bigger things on my mind than some bookshelves mentioned in passing a couple of weeks ago," I answer.
"Like what?!?!" she demands.
As if I have to answer to her, but I did so anyway, "Well, maybe the fourth anniversary of Dad passing away yesterday."
"That's why you've been in a bad mood," she deduces, "and that's why you're taking it out ON ME!"
WTF? I get out of my car and she assaults me with nonsense and I'm the one in the bad mood? And when I got home she's sitting in the yard with MY MAIL. I figured out that now she's busy invading my privacy by searching my mail before I get in. Trying to check my balances and stuff. She's always counting everyone else's money.
So I finally answer, "I came home in a good mood! You attacked ME!"
"Because of your attitude I didn't make you dinner," she stated. As if she's teaching me a lesson. She makes it seem like cutting up a tormato is like splitting the friggin atom. And then there's no food in the damned house. She's always telling me about all this shopping she does, but the fridge is always empty. I guess that's for her office.
Whatever. I went to sleep hungry and thirsty.
The whole eating arrangement thing has been a problem for us for years now. I usually eat very little during the day so I can have dinner with my wife. However, she eats a lot during the day and isn't hungry when she gets home. I end up eating about 8:00 at night, which I hate. I'd rather have a later lunch and skip that late dinner. But for now it means nothing to her skip dinner, but to me it's a big deal. The hunger is completely distracting.
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