Da fuq happened in here last night? Scrolled through like 4 pages of butthurt. Folks trippin on Dubya should check themselves. Your wife comes home with a huge promotion (no idea how much lady Dubya makes but for example sake let's say it's $400k + bonus) and tells you, "Look, I think that we'd get by just fine if you stayed home full time. Just take care of alllll the crap around the house." - you're a liar if you tell me you wouldn't even consider it.
I hate using the phrase but I think it really applies here: you're just jelly.
And who the hell was talking about having a latte at like 7pm? Was that Phur? How do you sleep?
That's a good Def Leppard song.
In other news... up late last night installing new garbage disposal. Somebody tried to run a fucking corn cob holder/handle thing down it #fuckingkids and it apparently made a hole in the side of the disposal body. Wife went to grab something from under the sink and found a leak.
My option was (a) continue to let her freak out about a "leak" and call a late night plumber or (b) hustle my ass over to the Home Depot before they closed at 9:45pm and buy a new disposal.
#sotiredthismorning