Yesterday, I pulled up to the drive-through speaker at McDonald's, realized that my wallet was in the backseat and that I would have to perform a series of twists and stretches to reach it, and promptly pulled the fuck off. It just all felt like too much in the moment.
Recently I shared my sweet tea with my 3-year-old instead of getting up to get her the glass of water she had asked for. You can imagine how that turned out.
I would order pizza delivery from the pizza place that was half a block away. I am also guilty of texting H to bring me things. I eat a lot of Ramen because I can't bother to cook I regularly watch whatever movie is in the blue ray player because I am too lazy to get up and change the disk
Post by amberlyrose on Aug 5, 2015 13:50:49 GMT -5
I've ordered delivery from a restaurant 1/2 block away and it took an hour vs the 15 min it would take me to walk down, but it was totally worth it. I was also hungover.
Post by deanlicker78 on Aug 5, 2015 14:30:44 GMT -5
I'll tell Ava she can come watch TV upstairs in my room. If she asks why I'm letting her do this "cool" thing, its because I just love her so much. Which I do, but mostly I just want her to shut the light off for me.
I'm another one guilty of texting H for things. We live in a 1,300 square foot house and the bedroom is adjacent to the living room and kitchen.
H and I used to live in a 648 square foot house. Nothing was more than like 15 steps away, and yet I would still call him to bring me things. And I called rather than text, because texting was too much effort.
H and I just made up from a spat via text because neither if is wanted to move. Actually a our best conversations are via text. I taught DS how to use the Nutra bullet and he can aalllmoooossstt make a smoothie on his own. Do close to freedom.
For dinner tonight I microwaved a veggie burger with a slice of fake kraft cheese and added lettuce and tomato and pickles. I put it on slices of bread because I was too lazy to stop at the store on the way home. Also I was drunk.
Now I'm too lazy to figure out how to post the pic I took with this very thread in mind.
I swear when my DH goes out with his friends I go completely feral.
Edit to clarify: I was not drunk when driving home from work. I was when I surrendered myself to my white bread fate.
Post by cheeseandcrackers on Aug 6, 2015 2:02:22 GMT -5
I think I might be able to top you guys.
When I am expecting a delivery from Amazon, instead of just opening the front door and checking, I just log into my Amazon account and check the tracking number to see if it made it LOL.
I work from home. I get up and make myself presentable, drop DS off at daycare. The second I get home I change out of my jeans into yoga pants. I wear jeans for maybe 45 minutes each day.
My first apartment out of college was on the 4th floor, no elevator. It had a loft and really high ceilings. When Christmas came, DH and I spent a ton of time but finally found a company that delivers a Christmas tree to your front door. I still feel really bad for the UPS guy but there was no way we were going to haul a tree up 4 flights of stairs.
When I am expecting a delivery from Amazon, instead of just opening the front door and checking, I just log into my Amazon account and check the tracking number to see if it made it LOL.
Get the app. It will pop up with an alert when it's delivered.
Post by liverandonions on Aug 6, 2015 13:43:37 GMT -5
I didn't want to go to the store with my daughter but we were out of milk so I went to the McDonald's drive through and bought a couple bottles of milk.
When H and I first started dating there was a water ice place across the street from my house that also made breakfast sandwiches. I could see it from my bedroom window. People would walk up and order. One day I was talking to the owner and I told him I lived across the street and loved the sandwiches. So, he gave me the phone number, and on weekends, we would call, order our sandwiches, and he would put a flag out the little window when it was ready. So when we saw the flag go out, I knew our order was ready, and (H) would roll out of bed, walk out the door, get our sandwiches and come back upstairs and we'd eat in bed.