"If you don't like my cooking, there are always MREs."

Y'all seen that on a gif or a macro somewhere? It's all over the military family blogosphere. I never thought it would apply to me.

A few days after I got back from Florida, Chris is wondering what to have for dinner.

"You can have my leftover soup-and-mashed-potatoes," says I.

"Eh, I'll just have some MRE chili," says Chris.

And damn if he keeps eating MRE stuff even after I got home. Never mind that there were other meal choices even while I was gone (not many, but there, and if he'd gotten a gallon of milk he'd have had the options of cereal, oatmeal and pudding), but after I got back? Dammit, I don't like being a housewife, but that's what I am for now. And my husband is choosing MREs?

*sigh*

I've got him eating better since then, but that just pissed me off.

P.S. Sorry for being so LJ/DW absent lately. I've been crocheting, making plarn, playing FarmVille, and spending way too much time on Tumblr. But I've got a time-saving (shortened) flist to help me catch up to the present, so if you get a bunch of replies to old posts in a day, that's what's up. :)

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