I carry luggage for a living.
Sometimes it really sucks to have to serve ungrateful, cheap, retarded, inbred tourists and their window-licking spawn, so I look forward to a nice meal when I get home. I sometimes feel like Al Bundy, charging into the house and declaring, “Well, my life sucks! Do you know what happened at the shoe store today, Peg?”
But I don’t do that – often.
My wife takes it all in stride anyway. However, she knows that I hate one food above all others.
Nonetheless, she continues to make it for the rest of my little brood. The food in question?
I know many of you out there adore this dish and its infinite variations, but my hunger is greater after I consume spaghetti than before I sat down!
And so VampireLover (the wife!), and Sarah have to listen to my constant stream of complaints, such as, “I can’t believe we’re having this again!” or “I’m going out for a burger after!”, every.. single.. time.
But that’s what family is all about right?
So I’ll continue to “Man up” and eat spaghetti – but I won’t like it.