Tuesday, May 02, 2006
This is why SHE does most of the cooking
Last night I cooked dinner. I thought it turned out pretty good, but my sweety thought otherwise. Near bedtime, as I was putting the food away…
Me: I’m going to take this to work tomorrow for lunch, okay?
Her: That’s fine. Eww, did you just fart?
Me: What?? No!
Her: Are you sure? What’s that smell?
Me: I think it’s the chicken.
Her: No wonder I didn’t like it.
*sigh*
I see you pointing your fingers at me and laughing. That’s okay, I brought it upon myself. Well go make yourself useful and visit my renter one last time. It’s her last couple hours left.