When I got home from work yesterday (after picking up my daughter and hubby), I did the dishes I didn't have time to do the night before. After that, I made dinner. Dinner last night was chicken fajitas. I'll let you imagine the work for that rather than wasting the time and space to tell you about cutting the chicken, peppers, onions, seasioning everything, and cooking everything just right. While doing that, I had to prepare a dinner for my daughter, who is still a little too small for fajitas. I then fed her, and ate. Cleared the table, did the dishes (keep in mind all of this is while keeping an eye on what my daughter's getting into). Gave my daughter a bath, got her dressed in her pj's and ready for bed. Made her a bottle of milk, and sat down to hold her until she fell asleep. Put her in her crib, cleaned up her toys, and sat down to pay the bills.
Wanna know what my hubby did after work last night? He sat on his fucking ass, flipping channels reminding himself that there's nothing on tv on Wednsdays. Well, I guess he gets alittle credit...he did get up every half hour to move the water on the lawn.
You are right that isn't nice.. You should talk to him about it.. Or just make fun of his small penis.. either way..
Lets see after work yesterday I picked up my mother from the hospital.. took her back to her house and made sure she was alright and didn't need anything then went and played pool for 5.5 hours.. playing first to 400 takes a while..
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