I am watching the hubby running around the kitchen, trying to find shit so he can make a pizza for lunch. Since he doesn't cook....ever, and we moved fairly recently, he can't find a damn thing. It's kind of funny watching him look through every drawer, muttering to himself about how fucked up the kitchen is set up and the fact that it's all my fault. Hey I'm the one that cooks, so I set it up the way I thought it should be.
Last night we went to dinner for my brothers birthday. We hit this BBQ joint I have never been to before. Omg! They had the best damn smoked brisket with BBQ sauce I have ever had. I even took some home to enjoy for an afternoon snack. Speaking of birthdays, mine is this coming Saturday. Not that I am going to be able to do anything for it since my son has a birthday party for a kid from school from 3-5, then has his first baseball game that night at 6:30. So guess I'm going to have to put that off either till Sunday, or figure out something for Friday night.... Wait nevermind he has practice on Friday night. The only thing I can hope for is that the hubby remembers to get me my favorite bundt cake from the place by were he works. That would make me really really happy. He better remember!
Well it's a lazy Sunday for me, I'm still in my jammies, and I think I'm going to stay that way for the rest of the day!