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Mon 31 Jul, 2006 06:02 pm
Tonight she hands me a disgusting almond cookie made with almond liqueur, which I despise. When I complain, she accuses me of being a food snob.
Of course I know what I like, and what I hate. I'm willing to experiment with the in between.
I don't see very well. I hear better than most dogs, and have tastebuds to match. So sue me.
Ha! A food snob... that's funny... and just a wee bit petty too... *sigh*
Sounds delicious to me.
She bakes cookies?
I'll take her!
Hell no, she buys them - with my money.
Please, come get her, I'll throw in her van.
cjhsa wrote:You have no idea.
Oh I bet I do... LOL I am a woman after all and I understand that tendancy to want to put too much emphasis on the little things... (not saying all women do this, by the way)
Ha! Little things, schmittle things.
For gawds sakes cjhsa. Open yer eyes. You got one a them sophisticated womens that likes sophisticated little things. That's a good thing when it comes to knowin' just which beer to buy for venison stew. I don't hear ya complainin' 'bout that, now do I?
Get back in yer Lazy Boy and be thankful.
She wouldn't have a clue about the beer. Nor do I own La-Z-Boy, but that's a good idea.
Someone tell her to get a job and buy me one.
I bet you'd hate the almond torta I make with almond paste..
on the other hand, I have some sympathy, being an irritating foodie myself.
Still, she bought you cookies! Count yer blessings..
Really cjhsa they are right, you should count your blessings. Things could be a lot worse than her just buying you some cookies you don't like and calling you a "food snob" because you didn't like them. LOL I still think that's funny though!
Ugh. I hate the almond cookies too.
Still, you should have gulped it down. Maybe she is trying to seduce you. :wink:
I admit to doing the same thing as your wife. If I like a food, i want everyone around me to try it and like it too. It's part of the fun of finding good food - sharing.
I happily tried it, thinking it might be a real almond spice cookie - but no, it was a flaky layer (tasteless) cookie sprayed with almond crap. Yuck.
I took a bite and instantly grimaced, not realizing she was watching. I might as well have puked in her Cheerios.
Have you tried that before?
At least you didn't plug her with a load of buckshot!. You should count your blessings that the dear lady offers you anything.
lol. Are you in the doghouse or something, cjhsa?
Is that what my house is called? I never knew. Wondered why all those canines came over and crapped on my lawn. Hey doggies!
Maybe you could bake some flaky almond cookies, just to prove you're not anti-almond?
Truthfully, I'm being held hostage and forced to work to support the money sucking leaches called "my family". I try to be a good husband and father, only to be repaid with lack of secondary support and copious amounts of ill will. Crap, if my wife could at least try to find a job that would at least give us some health coverage while I'm between jobs - but no. Her sleep is too important to her.
Am I in the doghouse? Maybe, but I don't care because I own the place. But likely not for long.
Truthfully, they are your family. That is what you are supposed to do. Get a grip. Whining is for babies. There, that's better. Chin up. Eat the damn cookies and kiss your wife and kids. Thank you for listening.
Oh, and straw will make the doghouse a little more comfy.
**** that.
They can fend for themselves. I'm done.
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