Grrr FH
So FH and I moved in together last weekend. Last night he mentions that he is going to make eggs in the morning. So I get up and he's on the couch. I make the coffee and I wait and wait and wait until I'm finally like, ok I'm hungry so I make myself oatmeal. He comes in the kitchen the second it's done and starts making himself eggs. So now I'm sitting here at the table, watching him across from me enjoying his egg omelette with cheese and turkey and all I had for breakfast was freaking oatmeal. ![]()
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Ok, vent over!
