My brother and his wife are constantly (and by constantly I mean three times daily at roughly 5 hour intervals) fighting because she flatly refuses to cook. So I felt sorry for my brother and spent pretty much the ENTIRE DAY in the kitchen. I made homemade cole slaw, soup beans, corn bread, hand made noodles and chicken, spent like two hours making the actual noodles with flour and eggs and rolling them and cutting them, homemade mashed potatoes, and corn. And an hour before he got off work, his wife said she had to take one of his coworkers home because she didn’t have a ride. And she left. This was at 9. He got off at 10. I sent him a text message at 8:30 telling him I had made a big dinner. I finished cooking everything and waited, trying to keep everything warm.
At 11:00 they hadn’t come back so I tried calling them. At midnight they came rolling in, and he said he had ate nachos at work. And his wife had this smile… and this smile is trademarked to her. The “I was a total something-I-won’t-say-out-loud-and-I-know-it” smile.
I. Literally. Might just kill both of them. Not to mention it really hurt my feelings I spent ALL DAY on a Saturday, when I can think of a million other things I would wanna do on my only day off, cooking and they both knew it. And they don’t care and thought I was overreacting and being overly emotional. I don’t know, but to me that’s kinda something I can be upset about.
My Facebook feed is literally kony, memes, ghetto people, girl just discovering Kingsley and spamming links to every video he’s made, girl who feels the need to tag her boyfriend in every post like “well I’m tired so I’m going to bed Jesse fitzjarrald should too” or “I love this song a lot Jesse fitzjarrald”
I’d put a pretty picture of a noose or bleach but I’m on my phone so I can’t soz