What's a girl to do? Advice appreciated.
It started because of a three week trip to the east coast. I thought I'd be nice and let him go so that my spouse could have him around for a while.
Well, he ate his way through five states and the District of Columbia. Not stuff like salads, oh no, he had to have bar-b-que and hush puppies and deli sandwiches and chili (Ben's Chili Bowl) and you name it. Now we've got a beer belly.
Then last week he went out for "lunch with the guys" (more crap, not to mention talking about ammo, cammo, and blammo and probably saying demeaning things about women).
And today I found him outside talking to another guy about race cars and ATV's at Glamis and shooting pool.
I've had it! I have got to shove his spiney little butt back in the testicle lockbox.
Hugs,
Persephone.