OMG not the ribs again

Just went downstairs and the pan of ribs is simmering
on the stove again. Same pan....she must have had the
whole thing in the fridge. Ack.

I am on quick microwave-and-leave food mode, and the
dog watched me thru the screen door to the back yard.
Thought I'd run out back....bad idea. I opened the door
and as soon as I put one foot out the dog snapped at me.

I jumped back and yelled Don't you bite me. SHE came
running out and dragged him into her rooms.

It's not too early to have a beer, is it??

Up at 4 am

.....because doors and cabinets are slamming
below me.
She's still eating out of that pan of ribs.
Offered me pork tacos. No thanks.
I snuck out to the back yard yesterday to water
but she heard me and followed me around and
instructed me exactly how to water everything.
She's still complaining about the damn orange tree.
And now there is dog poop everywhere.

Came home from the grocery store last nite and
every counter in the kitchen was covered with the
ingredients for her pork tacos and dirty dishes.
Crap everywhere. I really enjoyed putting my grocery
bags on the floor. Tried to put my stuff away at warp
speed while she kept pushing the damn tacos on me.

Yum.