Yesterday I fought with my husband over everything and nothing. today I laid in bed hoping he would miss me… he did but also still took care of the kids. Then I got up and gave my side of the anger story… then he was upset… then we did our own thing and then we talked and we’re fine… Dinner tonight was salad. I fucking hate salad… so much chopping… at least the kids ate it.. mostly… along with pizza rolls… cause I didn’t want to cook.
Recipe:
leaves of something
veggies you like (cut the fuckers up)
leftover meat (fish, chicken, steak if you have it, preferable less than a week old)
salad dressing your family tolerates (for us this involves 3 fucking types, another reason I hate salad)
pizza rolls – follow the fucking directions on the box (if you want to feel less awful get Annie’s or some other organic kind of junk food)
This had me rolling! We feel the same way about salad. We eat it because we feel like we should, not because we like it all that much. We currently have 6 open salad dressings in our fridge. Drives me crazy.