Ok so last night hubby bought 7lb lobster just for 2 of us (and 2lbs of mussels) 9lbs of seafood for 2 people. Ludicrous. Pot wasn't big enough. Don't ask what he did.
Mussels were undercooked in one pot, lobster overcooked in other- he had to use some sort of plumbing tool just to crack it and get meat out. I had to spit out three disgusting mussels. He said he had it all under control. We have done this meal before but normally it is 2 pound lobster. Have no idea what he was thinking. I was chatting with the ladies while this was going on and he said he needed no help then clearly he did and all hell was breaking loose in there. Then finally all was ok and the meal sucked but it was over. Then he felt bad and we started cleaning and told me to go back to the girls and have a laugh about it, which I did. Then he starts yelling back asking me when I'm coming back to help him clean!!! I'm like "wait you told me i could chat and that you would clean mr mulitple personality disorder". So anyway I sign off in a huff and I go to finish cleaning and he leaves me the disgusting lobster pot with the steamer basket that is full of god knows what, nothing I have ever seen before. I totally lose it as he has a thing with trimming fat off of chicken breasts and I ALWAYS do that. I'm like "of all the cleaning this is what you leave me with when I couldn't even me in here when you killed the thing?" It was so gross I though I would throw up.
Now all he wants for Fathers Day is sleep today and sex and I can't muster up part two because of that lobster pot. Just plain mean is what that was, or just thoughtless Whole dinner complete clusterf*7k. >:
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