Okay. THIS is bullshit.
So I asked hubby to stop at the grocery store on his way home from an appt to get me coffee creamer. Mocha Mix is my favorite and sells out quickly. Well he scored big time on the creamer. Then shops for a few things. He comes home and ALL of the food he brought home was for HIM. Not a morsel for me. I of course I praised him for scoring so much creamer. But then asked if he got anything for me. "Yeah! Look at all this Mocha Mix!" as I stood there looking at his favorite brats, macaroni salad, buns, yogurt, 2 gallons of his milk, etc. I kindly asked him again, "Did you get me something?" "Well look at all the Mocha Mix you got! I cleaned them out!" Me: "Well, did you get me any
food to eat". I began kindly telling him that I was glad he got what he did but did he get
me food. Thinks
I like. Oh all hell broke loose on how he's always doing something wrong. I told him aside from the creamer, since he got things to eat, what about me? Did I get at least a candy bar?
Bottom line, since I only asked for creamer, his brain isn't big enough to think, "Hey, I'll pick up this or that for her and oh, she likes this." I got the whole, "Oh, so I did wrong again. Everything I do is wrong to you. Blah-Blah. "Well I'm packing it all up again and returning it!" I reminded him it isn't about the creamer. You got food for yourself, but do I get any? Oh yeah, I let him storm the house putting the stuff back in the bags and get himself dressed again. I told him fine. Go do it. And don't forget to bring the milk with you. When he went to get dressed I saw that he hid a bunch of brats as well as a thing of buns. I knew damn well he wouldn't. And, I told him I didn't want anything anymore. He wanted to me to make a fucking LIST of what I wanted. After 30yrs together he needs a list? He then decided all on his own that he wasn't going to return the stuff and how I made him feel guilty for not getting me anything. Of course I told him that I'm not the one making him feel guilty. (We all know that we can't
make a person feel something.) I'm perfectly fine with having nothing.
He got in the jeep and sped off. I texted him and told him there wasn't enough in the house account for food and I didn't want him using our other card. He returned a while later with lettuce, tomatoes, avocados, potato salad, lunch meat and YooHoo! I didn't leave my office and he put it away all by himself, grabbed a water and closed the door to his bedroom. Happens a lot...big baby.
So, my handyman is here doing the bathroom fan from 1942 that disintegrated and is putting in a new one. And I'm on Lowe's picking out a new 80 gal. H2o heater.
And just last night I mixed together refried beans with salsa so he had dip for his Fritos! I can't help but wonder where his brains really are in his body. Oh yeah. He expels cells when he FARTS!
What fucking bullshit. Ladies, please tell me at least ONE of you has a dufus like this. Please?
I just cracked a barley pop and I'm gonna throw together a few new RDAs tonight.