The Dinner (Master)Debate(er).

Any meal in a civilised household can turn into a savage clusterfuck at the drop of a hat, and our home is no exception. Jodi and I are like oil and vinegar when it comes to being organised, she’s anal about getting a plan set and a schedule followed (haha, anal), and I’m more of a ‘I can’t see why not planning this could fail, let’s give ‘winging it’ a shot’ sorta bloke. Take a chance and see what happens. Some things are meant to be random.

Look, I like dinner, really I do. But I’m a mood eater. Or a taste craver. I can’t imagine planning meals for a week when I’ve just had lasagne, the last thing I want to do, is to plan eating more food before the food I just ate has settled in my stomach. Know what I mean? Calm the fuck down people, it’s dinner. Not a royal buffet in the Queens Gardens. Maybe come lunch-time I might have an idea as to what I want, but before then it’s like asking me if I want to go be social on the weekend Wednesday morning. Depends on the day, a lot can change in 86 hours, like what I want for dinner as an example.

As usual I made my point before I could do some serious shit talking, so I’ll have to work on that. See if I can’t drag it out a bit longer. I’m hungry. End transmission.

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. rachel says:

    this made me smile

    Liked by 1 person

    1. LJ Farm says:

      I take it dinner is an exciting affair at your join too Rach? 🙂

      Like

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