My Supportive Environment
“Christine. I think I hear Subway calling your name.”
“No, I think you are mistaken.”
“Get me a 12-in tuna. ’Christine… come to me… why do you hate me?’”
Sigh. “I have to go to the grocery store.”
“Oh, good. I’ll give you a list.”
“I’m not getting your groceries. Besides, weren’t you going to go yesterday? You were supposed to get eggs – so I don’t know why you were giving me crap this morning about not smelling breakfast cooking. You didn’t buy eggs, so there was nothing to cook.”
“As a woman, it is your job to figure out what to cook for your man… or in your case, your men.”
“No, I think you are mistaken.”
“Get me a 12-in tuna. ’Christine… come to me… why do you hate me?’”
Sigh. “I have to go to the grocery store.”
“Oh, good. I’ll give you a list.”
“I’m not getting your groceries. Besides, weren’t you going to go yesterday? You were supposed to get eggs – so I don’t know why you were giving me crap this morning about not smelling breakfast cooking. You didn’t buy eggs, so there was nothing to cook.”
“As a woman, it is your job to figure out what to cook for your man… or in your case, your men.”
posted by Christine @ 12:34 PM
1 Comments:
At 10:23 AM,
Mandy N. said…
I forgot about ALL you endured the last 4 years of your life ;-) Good 'ol Jim and Robert...AKA "JimBob". Honestly, what would we all have done without their stand-up comedy routines?
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