Post by hotcoconuts82 on Mar 30, 2017 19:10:01 GMT -5
I made steak sandwiches for dinner. I had the meat in the crockpot all day. Now that I'm out of the house I realize I smell like a giant steak sandwich.
I made steak sandwiches for dinner. I had the meat in the crockpot all day. Now that I'm out of the house I realize I smell like a giant steak sandwich.
Bahaha! But also, this is the worst. Right up there with when you eat at a restaurant and the smell of the place clings to you all day.
H is in major TP territory. After being a down right ass this morning, he's continued tonight.
We have one full bathroom and one half. It's bath night which usually is like 645ish. Well H declared at 6:30 he was going to shave/clean up and would be taking the bathroom until 7:15.
Ok asshole. It's not me you're totally screwing, it's your kid which is just facking ridiculous.
So all the TPs to him.
Your DH and my DH need to go find an island and live on it together. We're on night number four of "I'm a sulky, immature, ridiculous, 37 year old child" over here. JFC.
Growing up we only locked our door at night, not ever during the day. Even when we left. But our village only had 300 people in it and was 8 blocks big with a minimum of 4 police patrol cars at all times. My mom started locking her door when she's home alone now though.
My sister and I were in and out so much that my mom would have been nuts constantly unlocking for us. Plus people were always just dropping by to visit since my mom's family all live so close. We'd come home to find my aunt napping on our couch after a long shift at work, or my uncle (who is young) playing our Nintendo while we went to the grocery store.
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