I think I’ll just dive right in and hope no one notices I’ve been gone for awhile. As blah, blah, blah work and blah, blah, blah avid following of the Prop. 8 trial with obligatory sputtering at the gall, the SHEER GALL that some people have in thinking it’s okay to define the rights of others. Blah.
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Wife and I spent the holiday season in an orgy of unbridled eating, drinking, and general making of merry and sugary treats. This included the fantastic new-to-me situation of having a *bucks on the ground floor of my new office, meaning that I could get an eggnog latte without even putting on a coat. This may or may not have led to getting an eggnog latte every day. Which may or may not have led to a current diet of mainly vegetables.
But hear how cute Wife is: Poor Wife was subjected to my whinging about how planning lower calorie lunches is HARD (Keep in mind that she plans, shops for and prepares all suppers. I clean up, but she’s such a clean cook that mainly I just stick things in the dishwasher and wipe down a countertop or two.), and I can’t find anything near me for lunch that is both delicious and nutritious without being so expensive that I am, for all intents and purposes, working to support my lunch habit. She listened to all of this tripe from her bratty, spoiled spouse and then she started MAKING MY LUNCH. With like four courses including a main dish, two veggies, and dessert! Like butterscotch pudding! That doesn’t even come in a pudding pack cup! Pudding! Both chocolate AND butterscotch! And Wife isn’t even a martyr about the situation, but says that she just wants to make my lunch because it makes me so happy (which it so does).
Let us all learn from this: Whinging solves all problems.
Let us also note that she is mine, all mine, and you cannot have her or I will stomp my feet.
I knew if I kept checking you’d write again. I just knew it!
Thank you.
Was getting all bent out of shape over stuff, and you showed up to remind me that I, too, am spoiled.
/takes deep breath and goes to ladle divine onion soup into bowl
Thanks again. Owe you bigtime.
Very sweet blog. A lemon bar square from Trader Joe’s would be an easy dessert. They are in the frozen section. So good, Odie is in timeout for eating one off the counter. Bad dog!
Do you think she could make my lunch as well? I love chocolate pudding.
See, if I were a better wife, I’d make Chris lunches instead of merely making sure he has a supply of bananas and reminding him to pick out frozen lunches when he’s at the store.
But now I think I’ll go make a box of chocolate pudding and eat it all. Myself. For breakfast.
Aww man… now here I am all motivated to go do something for the hubs “just cause it makes him happy” AND I have an immense craving for butterscotch pudding. Maybe he’ll like butterscotch pudding? Does that defeat the purpose?
Damn that wife making all other wifes (sic) look bad by comparison…..happily when me kidnap you both and move you in with us that will work out for me.
Since I’ve “known” you guys now for a long time, I’m pretty sure I’ve said it before, but seriously, Wife can be my wife too if she wants. I’ll help cook and clean, but butterscotch pudding? YUM.
I love whinging, it does solve a lot of problems. I whinge to my missus, she looks at me lovingly, then slaps me gently on my forehead. And I am then reminded of how much I love her.
YAY! for whinging.
YAY! for Whinger.
YAY! for putting on SO much weight in winter.