Now accepting applications.
Is it just me (preach to me mommys and daddys), or do you get really fucking pissed when your spouse leaves for work early in the a.m., works hard all day (and by law gets a prescribed number of breaks, during which there is not a small child talking to them nonstop, or a fussy baby needing constant bouncing), works until late in the evening, and then comes home and wants to talk about his day? I’m not saying this response is “rational”, whatever the fuck that means. I’m just saying that I don’t want to be the one who, simply because we got “married”, is required to give a fuck how his day was. Why is that my job? I already squeezed out two babies for him, and keep them from killing themselves or starving every day. Isn’t that enough? ISN’T THAT ENOUGH??!!
So, acknowledging that someone does in fact need to give a shit, I’d like to outsource that responsibility.
I’m out of boxed wine, I need to go get more.
- The Best Boxed Wines (thedailymeal.com)