Upon inspecting my grocery shopping items last night, Mr TC comes into the laundry where I was squatting, sorting the whites from the colours.
Mr TC: "Hon, I just have one criticism for you."
Me: (Instantly annoyed) "Fire away."
Mr TC: "Can we not buy pre-packaged sliced mushrooms? Fresh mushrooms are much better."
Me: "Are you serious? Who is the prick that makes dinner every night?? Who? Who is the prick that does that - oh wait ME!! There is no freaking difference between sliced and unsliced freaking mushrooms!!"
Right then, Monkey somersaulted so suddenly that I overbalanced. Mr TC, thinking it hilarious, knelt over. To help me up, perhaps? No, of course not! He leant over, addressing Monkey says "Kick. Her. Hard." And walked off.
I'm going away tomorrow, meeting up with my girlfriends from Sydney and staying at a motel, for a big womens AA convention. There will be massages, manicures, non-stop meetings, and much chocolate. I NEVER go away by myself, I'm so excited. Can't wait to chill the fuck out with my homies, without a care in the world.