Not sure if I’m justified in how annoyed I am. Ask me if I had plans for dinner, say yes and explain, then you say “Oh, well, I can take care of that.”, to which I say “Sweet, that will allow me to get a decent workout in”….then I get home and you’re balls deep in a bottle of vodka, and stay that way all night. It’s okay though, I’ll get this workout in, make dinner for us and clean up, and you can spend your night going back and forth between Facebook and your solo shot party.
Sit on the phone. All night. If the phone isn’t being utilized, a shot glass is.