men are fucking useless
scott tells me yesterday that he needs to bring chili to work tonight. apparently he expected me to pull a pot of fresh hot chili out of my ass. but i told him that wasn't going to happen, and that since he can cook, i would give him a chili recipe to make himself. i also informed him that he would need to go to the store and purchase the ingredients. "get up early, like 10:30 or 11," i said, "because if you don't start early you'll never get it done in time."
it's 1:30. i just called him. "what are you doing?" i ask. "i'm shopping for chili ingredients."
he'll never have it cooked in time to take it to work. and i tell you what, if i get home and there is a pile of dirty dishes, i am going to be pissed. he better not bitch at me about it either. i'm not his fucking personal chef, especially since i'm on a diet.
it's 1:30. i just called him. "what are you doing?" i ask. "i'm shopping for chili ingredients."
he'll never have it cooked in time to take it to work. and i tell you what, if i get home and there is a pile of dirty dishes, i am going to be pissed. he better not bitch at me about it either. i'm not his fucking personal chef, especially since i'm on a diet.