Can I join in the whinge?
DP has been angry all day, using my mum not turning up as an excuse to be grumpy at me and take everything out on me. Apparently helping me with some housework yesterday (that needed doing -doesnt it always?) in order to get things nice for when she got here is now a major imposition.
Today I washed a bowl he was using and World War three broke out. How was I supposed to know!!?
Oh and re: ironing. Hate it. NEVER do it. I just tumble and hang stuff. Easy peasy. AND avoid buying shirts that look like they will be a crinkle nightmare.
Thats my rules anyways.
DP just shouted up to me 'telling all your friends what a bastard I am are you?'
My reply... hmmm. >.<
Whinge over.
Thanks for letting me get that off my chest.
Oh and Carey... 'I WANT BABY NOW TOO!!!!'
(Perhaps this will shut DP up)