Why FH makes me laugh
A little excerpt of my phone convo with FH:
Me: Hey, I have to go to the dentist tomorrow. You're on your own with dinner. B/c than I have to go to the gym...and I probably won't be home until 8/8:30.
FH: ok, well I'm at the gym...wait, when are you going to the dentist...
Me: Tomorrow
FH: Oh well, why are you calling me right now i'm at the gym
Me: Because you need to make your own food tomorrow
FH: ok, I'm at the gym.
Me: Well excuse me Mr. Body builder don't come whining to me when you have no food.
FH: Babe. I'm at the gym. I'm up. Gotta go.
Me: ok
Click.
Isn't it nice to have your own business, spend the time at the gym, and rub it in. Like I got the point. You're at the gym. Geeesshhhh.
Me: Hey, I have to go to the dentist tomorrow. You're on your own with dinner. B/c than I have to go to the gym...and I probably won't be home until 8/8:30.
FH: ok, well I'm at the gym...wait, when are you going to the dentist...
Me: Tomorrow
FH: Oh well, why are you calling me right now i'm at the gym
Me: Because you need to make your own food tomorrow
FH: ok, I'm at the gym.
Me: Well excuse me Mr. Body builder don't come whining to me when you have no food.
FH: Babe. I'm at the gym. I'm up. Gotta go.
Me: ok
Click.
Isn't it nice to have your own business, spend the time at the gym, and rub it in. Like I got the point. You're at the gym. Geeesshhhh.
