Whenever the hubby’s got a night off, we go through the same damn routine over and over again.
“Honey, what’s for dinner?”
This is what happens when your wife is too tired and too lazy to cook, and your husband just flat out CAN’T cook.
(I can hear y’all laughing from here because y’all know it’s SO TRUE. How many times have y’all done it yourselves?)
Honestly, I would cook dinner tonight, but we have NOTHING in the freezer that I could cook. Sure, there’s stuff in there that I could cook for myself…hot dogs, kielbasa for omelets, things that I eat that hubby won’t touch. It doesn’t help that hubby’s pickier than shit…he won’t even eat macaroni and cheese.
I ask you, what the hell is wrong with mac ‘n cheese? Especially when it has hot dogs in it?
(And don’t try to feed me the “OH the fat and calories” bullshit. Tell me something I DON’T know.)
Tonight, we dine on Italian from the place around the corner. Chicken marsala for me and pizza for the husband. He ALWAYS gets pizza.
I have never eaten mac and cheese, is that a sin?
I think it’s up there with the Ten Commandments…between thou shalt not kill…thou shalt eat mac ‘n cheese, for it is comfort food at its finest…