Gee, what's wrong with pop tarts, and waffles? Did he forget the six pack to go with them?
About those flowers now. At least he thought about you and hey, he didn't pick them up at the cemetery either!
Let me tell you about my day yesterday and the end result.
So I won the coin toss, and didn't have to go to town on errands. My job was to clean the house. So, taking it seriously, I put a rack of ribs on the smoker, opened a beer, and got busy.
Did laundry, dishes, floors, dusted, vacuumed, bathrooms, everything. Hell, I even pulled out the stove, and fridge, and cleaned under, and behind them. Cleaned the oven too. And I gotta say that the son of a bitch who came up with the idea for black appliances must live in a dust free, streak free utopia!
When she comes home, I'm sitting in a chair by the smoker, beer in hand feeling pretty good about myself as well I should, right?
I help bring in the groceries, and stuff, and put it all up, grab another beer and go back to my chair. Sounds like I'm doing prettygood, huh?
Well, not even five minutes later she comes out, and hands me a bottle of Clorox Cleanup, and a paper towel, and tells me I forgot to move the microwave, and wipe the counter under it.
What the hell is wrong with you people?!
Gee, what's wrong with pop tarts, and waffles? Did... (