Outside of the time I spent with Kerry last night, I'm pretty sure my weekend completely tanked.
We were suppose to go to watch the Arsenal v Man U match at the pub on Saturday. Now, Mr. American Football didn't believe we should get there early. He still hasn't figured out that there are more supporters for real Footy in the world then his stupid Broncos. Sigh. the pub opened at 8. We got there about 945 am and needless (to those of us who have a clue) it was packed. Standing room only, folks.
So there is no place at the bar or to sit. So, Mr. AF says to me: you don't want to stand here for 3 hours which in reality, translates to: He didn't want to stand there for 3 hours.
Nice.
Thanks a lot.
So I turned around and walked out. We get back in the car and he says: do you want to find somewhere else to go? Yeah Mr. Brilliant - home so I don't miss the match.
Could he have possibly driven any slower? So we make it home and I see the match, but I'm pissed. I'm really pissed. Gee, had I gone to a Bronco game (unlikely, but all the same) and said: let's go find somewhere else to watch because it's cold/rainy/etc., I'm pretty sure he'd feel the same.
So then, yesterday we'd put this behind us and I go to a girlfriends for the evening - nice evening, relaxing, wine, bitching, wonderful. We get home and he's put all the soup in to different Tupperware - instead of just putting the damn pot in the fridge. He says there's no room which is stupid because all he had to do is move a couple things to fit it in. So, he's created more dishes to wash and didn't wash the damn pot the soup was in in the first place.
OK, so I socked him in the arm and he splashes water in my face - hey thanks. Then he calls me a bitch. Double thank you.
I go to bed without so much as a goodnight.
I get up this morning and find our contract for our officiant for the wedding on my computer. Seriously, you think I want to fax that sucker in right now?
We were suppose to go to watch the Arsenal v Man U match at the pub on Saturday. Now, Mr. American Football didn't believe we should get there early. He still hasn't figured out that there are more supporters for real Footy in the world then his stupid Broncos. Sigh. the pub opened at 8. We got there about 945 am and needless (to those of us who have a clue) it was packed. Standing room only, folks.
So there is no place at the bar or to sit. So, Mr. AF says to me: you don't want to stand here for 3 hours which in reality, translates to: He didn't want to stand there for 3 hours.
Nice.
Thanks a lot.
So I turned around and walked out. We get back in the car and he says: do you want to find somewhere else to go? Yeah Mr. Brilliant - home so I don't miss the match.
Could he have possibly driven any slower? So we make it home and I see the match, but I'm pissed. I'm really pissed. Gee, had I gone to a Bronco game (unlikely, but all the same) and said: let's go find somewhere else to watch because it's cold/rainy/etc., I'm pretty sure he'd feel the same.
So then, yesterday we'd put this behind us and I go to a girlfriends for the evening - nice evening, relaxing, wine, bitching, wonderful. We get home and he's put all the soup in to different Tupperware - instead of just putting the damn pot in the fridge. He says there's no room which is stupid because all he had to do is move a couple things to fit it in. So, he's created more dishes to wash and didn't wash the damn pot the soup was in in the first place.
OK, so I socked him in the arm and he splashes water in my face - hey thanks. Then he calls me a bitch. Double thank you.
I go to bed without so much as a goodnight.
I get up this morning and find our contract for our officiant for the wedding on my computer. Seriously, you think I want to fax that sucker in right now?
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