Father’s Day

This was actually a blog entry that I wrote on MySpace. Yeah ~ I have one ~ So I decided to post it here too. It seems comical to me yet it angers me so!

On my profile I said that I was putting fish in Dick’s bed.

Okay… I was asked why I want to put the is fish in Dick’s bed. From hear on out it will be known as f*cking (wow that word sticks out like a sore thumb) fish or just FF.

Father’s Day ~ early in the day I thought that we would grill. I had burgers, pork chops, and dog to throw on the grill. That was not good enough, Dick decided to thaw some FF.

It never did warm up and I told him that I am not grilling because it is too cold ~ even though he does most of the cooking on the grill I still have to do some. I decided to freeze the burger. We had chops, mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob.

Tuesday night decides that he is going to cook the FF but he wants my input. My thought I am not cooking FF for you. If you want FF ~ cook it yourself. I did have to put my two cents in of course. No do it this way…blah blah blah. Anyway he decided to just bake the FF because he didn’t know if it was spoiled from sitting in the fridge for two days or not. Neither do I! He throws the FF in a baking pan, then puts the pan in the oven. He goes outside!!! Grrr…fn…grrrrrr. I told him I am not watching that FF. Later he puts the bowl of potatoes in the oven with the FF.

I was doing what ever I was doing (other than suffering from CRS) and paid no damn attention to the FF. He came in and turned off the oven but went back outside.

Finally it is bedtime so I go to bed but I wake up at 1:30 AM…he is still in the yard partying with the neighbors. FF is still in the fn oven.

Some time between 1:30 and 6:30 he came in put the FF & potatoes in the fridge. I woke him up because he is usually gone to work by 6:30. I don’t know if he was being a loser or if he just didn’t have to be to work as early because they are all going on the fishing trip. Either way he is a drunken pig. I told him "DO NOT LEAVE THAT FISH IN THE FRIDGE AND CLEAN OUT THAT POTATO BOWL. IF YOU LEAVE THAT FISH IN THE FRIDGE, YOU WILL FIND IT IN YOUR BED WHEN YOU GET HOME."

The bastard left the FF in the fridge along with the crusty mashed potatoes…so there you have it as to why I was putting fish in his bed.

In the end…he sent Alexa a text to clean up the fish and potatoes…so of course that pisses me off. She didn’t make that mess!! Why should she have to clean up after him. He just expects everyone to do everything for him.