Is the unloading of the car once you get home. Our garage is packed so full of junk that I can barely maneuver to get the bags out & into the kitchen. For reasons unknown today was especially aggrevating, as I pounded through the laundry room from the garage & into the kitchen. Rod's eyebrows continued to raise as I began throwing things into the fridge or freezer. He was attempting a nap when I bursted into our bedroom & yelled, "It would have been nice for you to help me!". He replied, "Sorry I'm not a mind reader! I'm sorry I don't have a fat ass!"
When did he start quoting Just Friends like me?
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