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the parents have been gone for over a week now. since their departure, i have done very little apart from shopping, cooking, cleaning, tidying, washing, drying and organising. tonight, for the first time i asked tom to cook dinner. i took two pork chops out of the freezer this morning and left them on the bench. i then messaged him to remind him that he's bbq-ing and he could decide what to have with the chops for dinner. i was thinking maybe veggies, salad, or even one of those packet pasta things which i know he can make. i also reminded him to bring in the towels before it gets dark.
so at 7:30, when i walk in the door i see two cooked, but stone cold chops sitting on the bench. he's standing over the grill with a pair of not-properly-opened tongs trying to cook hash browns. i kept my mouth shut - it's good that he's trying to make dinner. so after i opened the tongs properly for him, we sat down for dinner. to my shock horror, after my first bite of chop, i realise that it's still bloody in the middle. it was juicy and bloody, so much so that i slopped pork juice on my jeans. how disgusting. i'll never eat pork chops again. seriously, HOW HARD IS IT TO BBQ A GODDAMN CHOP!!
i asked if he'd brought in the towels. he didnt even look at me and say "sorry, i forgot." he just looks at the floor and then shuffled upstairs.
bloody hell, i'm not his mother. why do i have to do EVERYTHING
AAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
so at 7:30, when i walk in the door i see two cooked, but stone cold chops sitting on the bench. he's standing over the grill with a pair of not-properly-opened tongs trying to cook hash browns. i kept my mouth shut - it's good that he's trying to make dinner. so after i opened the tongs properly for him, we sat down for dinner. to my shock horror, after my first bite of chop, i realise that it's still bloody in the middle. it was juicy and bloody, so much so that i slopped pork juice on my jeans. how disgusting. i'll never eat pork chops again. seriously, HOW HARD IS IT TO BBQ A GODDAMN CHOP!!
i asked if he'd brought in the towels. he didnt even look at me and say "sorry, i forgot." he just looks at the floor and then shuffled upstairs.
bloody hell, i'm not his mother. why do i have to do EVERYTHING
AAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!