Post by muppetinma on Jan 11, 2013 12:20:56 GMT -5
I just need to find a way to get to California to do it. We were trying to grill out before he left town, but for some reason, our grill wasn't working. He decided to cook his sausage in our oven instead. He put it on the grate and put a cookie sheet on the rack beneath it to catch any drippings. Well, apparently he left the sheet there. I had the oven preheating to make a cake to bring to girls' night tonight and my entire house filled with smoke. The smoke alarm was going off and the house STINKS. Now Andrew is freaking out because the alarm scared him, so I can't even make the fucking cake. Asshole.
Feel free to add your own fuck posts. I'm sure I'm not the only one who needs to spew some four letter words.
I'm not going to kill my DH at all but I shake my head constantly at his goings on.
Disclaimer...he does this all the time. Yesterday I get a text that he was just at Costco and on his way home. WTF? I mean, I know we live 5 minutes away and usually go once a week but you need to tell me about Costco trips ahead of time so I can see what we need (or he can check the grocery list). This completely slips his fucking mind...every...single...fucking...time. That someone else might want something from Costco? I mean, I don't want to run out again because there is some shit we need because you just decided you need underwear from Costco so you just go. You know what I need, baby wipes and a humidifer for our baby, ass. But I'll go run out again unnecessarily. We all know the lines at Costco are SO fast.
Post by thedahliharpa on Jan 11, 2013 15:15:55 GMT -5
Muppet, if your husband is in my part of CA I'll track him down for you.
I woke up raging after our CFO tried to throw me under the bus, via email CCing my staff and the owners, for things their effing dept should be managing. I sent a snappy jedi-mind trick message in response and now those suckers get to deal with it forever and they are happy about it. Ultimately, I won but I was fired up.