He leaves for work between 5:30 and 6 every morning while I'm sleeping. He always calls me around 10 to see how I'm feeling and how I slept and all that good stuff. He asked me how I'm feeling and I said "I feel like I've been ripped into tiny pieces, eaten and then puked back up. I ache, I'm getting a cold and I've thrown up three times so far this morning. I'm sitting here wondering when death will finally come to take me away. That's how I'm feeling." He said "Well do you think you can get a big pot of spaghetti going for supper? A couple of the guys from work are coming over tonight and I told them you make awesome spaghetti. Oh and can you get some garlic bread and beer from the store?" What? Are you serious? So I said "Oh yessa massa I'll get right on that. Can I do anything else for you?" Then I hung up.
Re: I hate my DH today
Uh oh, a "I don't really care how you are feeling" how are you feeling question. Kick him in the balls with garlic bread.
And really? Inviting the crew over for din without checking with you, the chef, first? Ruh roh. I'd say you have the right to withhold sex, but we all know that wouldn't change the current state of affairs.
Wow - it's amazing how you THINK you're talking aloud but you apparently sound just like the parents in a Charlie Brown Brown special: "Whawha, whawhawha."
Get cooking! You obviously have NOTHING else going on, so why not cater to his and his manfriends' every whim? Sounds like an awesome day to me.
Oh - and don't forget to vacuum, clean the bathroom and pick up the bedroom, cause you got company coming.
Kneecap him when he walks in the door.
Love the Charlie Brown wahwah reference.
I think you should have nothing made when you get home. ?Tell him that since he ignored your important part of the conversation you ignored his. ?
You poor thing! I hope you feel better soon! Drink lots of OJ (if you can stomach it), and have some broth or boullion (sp?). And TAKE IT EASY.
As for Mr. Douchetastic, well, he'll have to call off his plans for this evening. Tell him not only can he not have his little friends over, but on his way home he needs to stop and get you some popsicles or a slurpee or something that will give you some fluid-intake and happiness.
Oh no! Poor Cajun! Do you have the flu or food poisoning?
LOL... now he looks like a p*ssy in front of the guys!! Awesome!!
Loves it.
At least he was somewhat smart - he complimented your cooking