Crabby over dinner

[pegkerr]

I am so fed up with trying to feed my family.

Fiona left for a meeting at the library, eating a plain white bagel before she left. Yes, this is what Fiona eats; white pasta, white bagels, buttermilk waffles. That would be all she would eat, if the universe was ordered to her specifications.

For the rest of us, I suggested chicken waldorf. No, Delia will not eat chicken.

I suggested vegetarian chili over potatoes. No, we are all out of Amy's vegetarian chili.

Rob suggested the little 4 oz. steaks we have in the freezer. No, Delia will not eat steak.

I suggested ham and cheese over potatoes. No, Delia will not eat ham.

At this point, I just want to throw in the frickin' towel and say, "screw you, I'm going out to buy my own dinner. Find some way to feed yourself, because I won't."

Except that I can't afford to eat out.

No, I am absolutely positively not asking for advice. Any attempt at advice will be met with the business end of a howitzer. I am just venting. You have been warned.

I hope that nmalfoy won't mind if I hot-link to one of her icons:



edited to add: Aaaaaand that's another frickin' pizza in the frickin' oven. What, that's like nine or so in the last month?

Comments

[airemay.livejournal.com]

Very appropriate mood quote! This is the angriest icon I have. :)