I wish someone would kick me any time I try to do something nice.

[jennickels]

My husband has been hinting at getting him a Killer Burger (local Portland place) for weeks now. I was at Shari's studying, and Killer Burger is right down the street, so I figured I'd pick some up for dinner. The place was packed. I got everyone a burger to the tune of $65. That's out of my school money I was going to use to get a tablet. I spent almost an hour of my time waiting there. I picked up beer on the way home.

And then he's all mad because there was mayo on his burger. It fucking has peanut butter and pickles on it, but he's complaining about the mayo like a fucking three-year-old. For years he never even noticed mayo in the things I cooked, but now--almost 40 years old--and he acts like a baby. Every time he gets me something he gets my order wrong, and he tells me to just eat it and quit complaining like he did me some huge favor by ordering me something I didn't want. Now he's out there pouting, and I feel like shit. 45 minutes of my life I could have spent working on my paper just to be nice to everyone.

Should have just gotten something for myself.

Of course then I would have had to listen to everyone bitching about how it's not fair that they didn't get anything.

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[jennickels.livejournal.com]

No idea. I stayed in my room eating my burger and drinking my beer.