So… we’re having a Super Bowl Party. Did I mention we’re having a party? Yeah. Woo! Who cares about the Super Bowl, right? But Sean wanted a party. He insisted on a party. So, I have Super Bowl party napkins and cups (that you can take home!) and plates sitting on the kitchen counter. AND, if the game sucks, at least we’ll have some good food!!
Sean really wanted to head out earlier this week to get everything that was “on the menu”, but HAHAHAHAHAH there was no menu. I had ideas. Plans. Thoughts. But nothing written down. I also had deadlines and emails and proposals and a puppy AND OTHER STUFF TO DO!! So, nothing like waiting until the last minute and putting it together this afternoon between talking to a client, doing edits on 2 other client sites, responding to emails, taking the dog out to shit and pee, I wrote the fucking list. And it was basically recipes, listed out individually, which caused my husband to take MUCH to find everything on the list.
And at first I felt bad for him. I told him if he would just give me 10 more minutes, I would rewrite the list so it was all organized, by aisle. But he had to GO TO THE STORE RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND! and had no time for me to rewrite anything. An hour or so passed and I really felt bad. Than he called me and asked:
“I don’t think Wal-Mart has a 1/14 cup of melted butter. Where should I go to get that?”
He forgets that he still gets lost driving around this town looking for places. And that he calls his loving wife for directions back home. I could be very evil if I didn’t need him for taking this damn dog out in the middle of the night.
