Oh, crap! It’s nearly 3:45 and I haven’t posted. Really there is not terribly much to tell. I have lots of work that must get done, and it is tee-dee-ous. Horribly tedious. Tedious and time consuming. I think the final product is worth it in the end, but good-gracious-bumbly-bee does it take a shit-ton of tedium to bring about. “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click” “Click” “Ctrl + J” “Click”
Anyway… enough about work.
Wifey’s gall-bladder issues have been making dinner around the house a difficult prospect. There ain’t no blame in ma game here, I am just saying, it is difficult to cook a meal for myself when Wifey is going to have half a can of soup and Little Man is downing orange rice left-overs. I just don’t feel like cooking for myself in these instances.
I don’t want to temp Wifey with fat-filled goodness, so some of the non-healthy quick meals that I usually fix on Fend-for-Selves nights on the menu are out of the question. Trust me, I don’t want to temp a hungry and pissed-off Wifey. NO ONE WANTS TO TEMP A HUNGRY AND PISSED-OFF WIFEY. Let’s just say she gets a little on the mean side when she is hungry. Anyway… I am tired of non-meals and quick dinner fixes. For the last two nights I have had chickies for dinner for Chrissakes! With KETCHUP no less, because we didn’t have any bar-b-que sauce or ranch dressing.
Well, that is about it from my whiney self.
To recap:
How’s that roast beef, Wifey!
I found Wifey the leanest roast beef I could
Turns out it was made from a negative cow
An anti-cow, if you will
Couldn’t sleep for crap yesterday
Made it difficult to come in this morning
Just Little Man and me for dinner tonight
He will have orange rice and I have no idea what I will eat
We have some chicken that I might try to do something with
Or maybe I will just have some soup
Wifey has some kind of hoot-nanny to go to tonight so the start of the evening ritual (dinner, DVR’ed shows and bath-time) will be all Papa tonight
I think I will be exercising at the homestead tonight, instead of the gym
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Anyway… enough about work.
Wifey’s gall-bladder issues have been making dinner around the house a difficult prospect. There ain’t no blame in ma game here, I am just saying, it is difficult to cook a meal for myself when Wifey is going to have half a can of soup and Little Man is downing orange rice left-overs. I just don’t feel like cooking for myself in these instances.
I don’t want to temp Wifey with fat-filled goodness, so some of the non-healthy quick meals that I usually fix on Fend-for-Selves nights on the menu are out of the question. Trust me, I don’t want to temp a hungry and pissed-off Wifey. NO ONE WANTS TO TEMP A HUNGRY AND PISSED-OFF WIFEY. Let’s just say she gets a little on the mean side when she is hungry. Anyway… I am tired of non-meals and quick dinner fixes. For the last two nights I have had chickies for dinner for Chrissakes! With KETCHUP no less, because we didn’t have any bar-b-que sauce or ranch dressing.
Well, that is about it from my whiney self.
To recap:
How’s that roast beef, Wifey!
I found Wifey the leanest roast beef I could
Turns out it was made from a negative cow
An anti-cow, if you will
Couldn’t sleep for crap yesterday
Made it difficult to come in this morning
Just Little Man and me for dinner tonight
He will have orange rice and I have no idea what I will eat
We have some chicken that I might try to do something with
Or maybe I will just have some soup
Wifey has some kind of hoot-nanny to go to tonight so the start of the evening ritual (dinner, DVR’ed shows and bath-time) will be all Papa tonight
I think I will be exercising at the homestead tonight, instead of the gym
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