NMAmy
Can speak food in German
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I had a rotten day yesterday. I was SO ready to get home and have dinner and veg. I had spent all afternoon Sunday cooking meals for this week. I've been working late and DH is not much of a cook so I've been stocking up for the week so we won't have to survive on frozen food. He's really great about getting something around for dinner. All he has to do is warm up what I've already made.
I walked in the door and he told me he had put a FROZEN PIZZA in the oven. My jaw just dropped. I barely tolerate pizza at all--I hate the stuff!
Poor guy--he took one look at my face and knew he'd blown it. I asked why I'd worked my behind off over the weekend for frozen pizza on Monday night? Bless his heart--he just grabbed me & hugged me and said, "I'm sorry that I was stupid. Did you have a bad day?" Well, that'll knock the wind out of your sails when you've got a good mad up--someone apologizing and admitting they were wrong!
Then of course, I apologized for being such a witch. We hardly ever argue--luckily, we're usually cranky on different days and not very often!
So what was the last silly thing you fought with your SO about?
I walked in the door and he told me he had put a FROZEN PIZZA in the oven. My jaw just dropped. I barely tolerate pizza at all--I hate the stuff!
Poor guy--he took one look at my face and knew he'd blown it. I asked why I'd worked my behind off over the weekend for frozen pizza on Monday night? Bless his heart--he just grabbed me & hugged me and said, "I'm sorry that I was stupid. Did you have a bad day?" Well, that'll knock the wind out of your sails when you've got a good mad up--someone apologizing and admitting they were wrong!
Then of course, I apologized for being such a witch. We hardly ever argue--luckily, we're usually cranky on different days and not very often!
So what was the last silly thing you fought with your SO about?

I went into the whole thing where its all good and fine that he has such a sentimental attachment to "stuff", but that we have nowhere to put it. He got all huffy and said he never tells me to toss anything. I finally ended up conceding by going to Target and buying yet ANOTHER plastic storage bin so we can keep his hockey uniform and Peter Frampton albums and the Microeconomics textbook he used in college that you just never know, he may need some day.

My kids know to keep their hands off the glass but my DH..NO! 