Yeah Thanks Mum
So after being nagged by a squidlet for 2 hours on the subject of dinner..... at fucking lunch time, to which I thought maybe a sandwich would shut the noise up..... and as he is a young man and quite capable of doing this tedious task unaided, I threw this observation his way.
After getting an order for pizza placed (because after all that, I wasn’t in the mood for the “Sunday Roast”), no-one wants to go get said order without first moaning, groaning and huffing and puffing..... I mean how hungry are you little beggars anyway???
Okay now I get to pack it up and put the leftovers in the fridge, if I don’t it would probably sit there until bin day and by then it will probably be able to walk out by itself. I would love to try and just let it sit until someone notices, but I’m not sure I could stand the stench, or the maggots just to try it. While my little shit-bags go their way to the PlayStation and YouTube, and some shitty movie on the idiot-box that isn’t even slightly amusing.
I do know that I didn’t have much input into dinner but a thanks for dinner mum would be welcome.
AND the lawn’s still not mowed!
The Vodka Mummy