Mere Male...

I wanted to update my facebook status about what just happened but I don't believe in airing dirty laundry on there.  And seeing as no one that knows me in real life actually reads my blog I figure here is a good place to vent...

Gee I'm blogging up a storm today.

Anyway I just went to pull the meatloaf out of the fridge for dinner ( I got my days mixed up so we're having meatloaf tonight) to put in the oven and as I did I managed to bump the pasta sauce jar and it tumbled out of the fridge and smashed on the floor.  As you can imagine it was messy!

So Concrete_man and his offsider are outside talking work and stuff and they here the noise and call out "what was that??" after they heard a few un lady like words coming from the kitchen, I replied "dinner".  Offisider comments that it sounded messy to which Concrete_man replies "well I'll just stay away, I seriously can't believe how much glass gets broken in this house these days" and they wander off to the shed without a single offer of help!!

I would have though considering I just scattered broken glass all over the floor and I am barefoot and they are in work boots that perhaps they may have come in to help but NOOOOOOOOO instead lets discuss how hopeless I am and how I am constantly breaking things.

I've cleaned it up, hopefully I've done a good job.  I cut myself in the mean time.  I went to wipe some pasta sauce off my leg that obviously had glass in it and I put a scratch up my leg, lots of blood.  Not that I could tell I thought it was sauce.

So anyway I'm now over 40mins late to pick Rat_girl up from kindy.  Would have been nice for someone to atleast say, while you are cleaning up would you like me to go pick her up...but I'm possibly asking too much.

Ahhhhh men, can live with them, can't kill them.