Rant: One of my employees is driving me insane. He's a pain in the butt on a good day, but has been extra annoying this week. I've spent more time on the the phone with him than all my other employees and my husband combined! I don't know if this guy's mom didn't give him enough attention growing up or what, but he feels the need to pass every little thing by me (in excruciating detail...) and then acts all hurt if I imply I don't need to hold his hand. Dude, just do your job, call me if there's a problem and leave me the heck alone if there isn't.
Rave: Dinner last night. I'm known for not being the greatest cook and especially for not being able to decide what to make without the Pretend Husband making suggestions. Yesterday, he asked me to take some sausage out of the freezer and mix it with spaghetti sauce in the Crockpot. Which I kept putting off doing until he called to say he was halfway home. So I quickly looked through the fridge and concocted an amazing omelet for him. I had never actually made an omelet before, but it turned out awesome.
Rant: Why did I blow that surprise on a random Tuesday when the PH's birthday is coming up and I've been forbidden to buy him anything and all I really have to surprise him with is a nice meal? Perhaps lightning will strike twice and I'll be able to come up with another new dish (and happen to have all the right ingredients laying around) again?
Rave: This weekend, I reconnected with someone I haven't talked to in a long time. And she and her husband (a big sports fan like the PH) live in our town, so she suggested we all get together. Not only that, but a good friend is moving only a few miles away from us next month. And has suggested we have regular dinner nights. I'm no longer feeling so isolated living in a town at least 20 minutes from anywhere I need to go.
Hey, this thing works! I was spitting mad when I started and feel much better already! Now if I can just figure out that birthday meal for the PH...
3 comments:
Why do you call him pretend husband? just curious.
C.A.: As the story goes, he and I (who were just friends at the time) spent a few days house and dog sitting for SJ and her husband. After those days of domestic bliss living together and caring for our Springer Spaniel godson, I jokingly started calling him my "pretend husband."
More than a year later, we somehow (i.e. helped by a bottle of vodka) began a relationship, fell in love, moved in together, got a dog, got engaged, got a house, got married, got another dog, got another house... you get the picture. And, through it all, the name stuck.
Hello... I can totally relate to the cooking thing. Google easy recipes you'll be shocked how many you get. Might I suggest Tator Tot Casserole it's a winner with everyone!! LOL!! hahahahahahaaaaa.
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