Sigh, I just want to choke the hubster sometimes. His inattention to detail is driving me nuts. On Wednesday night, he tells me we are out of milk. We rarely ever run out of milk because the hubster loves cereal. So I was a little upset because there would be no milk for my morning coffee. Anyway, after dinner last night, I tell Brock there's still no milk to go with a piece of cake I wanted to eat and for my morning coffee. He says I thought you were going to get it. I reply "You want me to go get milk when I work all day and ref all night and don't get home until 9 pm most nights while you did almost nothing today (He did get his passenger side window replaced)."
He promised to get milk last night which he did, BUT he didn't scan his Kroger card and ended up paying $4 for a gallon of milk when it should have cost $2.50. !@#@!#@ Ok, maybe an overreaction on my part, but come on! If you didn't bring the card in, then go out to the fucking car and get it. He went to the store after midnight. I'm pretty sure there was no line. I woke him up this morning to yell at him about it since he left the receipt right by the coffee machine. He fed me some BS story that the cashier scanned in another one for him which she could have, but that still doesn't excuse that he wasn't watching the register as things were being rung up. I mean he bought 2 half gallons of milk, bananas and parsley. It doesn't take a lot of mental acuity to add those items up.
It's such a little thing, but I'm still mad about it.
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