Does anyone else's missus follow them into the kitchen every single time? She could avoid the kitchen for days and the second I go to make a glass of water she'd be in there pulling stuff out of cupboards, faffing and getting in my way. We've just had a passive aggressive discussion about it now she's got a cob on with me because apparently I've had a face like thunder all day and she was just waiting for me to moan about something. (which is an outright lie because not only have I not been in the house for half the day but I've been in a particular sprightly mood because I won a few quid on the footy bets last night)
She's on one of those January diets so we're pretty much making our own teas, I'm only putting a pie in the oven and boiling some spuds for mash next thing she schemes in like Nosferatu and starts putting protein shakes on the side where I'm chopping the spuds then asks if we need a new rug for the bedroom. DIE!
I know we usually get a Chinese on a Thursday night so SHE'll have a cob on that she's on a diet that SHE decided to go on that stops US from indulging so it should be ME who has a cob on. Am I brave enough to point that out? You better believe I'm not. In-fact I've worked it out, I bet she's been waiting all day for me to say shallow e just get a Chinese tonight so she can blame her weakness on me after she's stuffed her face so she came in to see if I was making tea, noticed I was and it's sent her the other way.
I wouldn't mind but I don't even like her. I feel like I've offered to babysit someones pet Cassowary and it's just bouncing round the house looking for an excuse to slice my chest and stomach open. New Year New Me. Ram it.