sick

My wife is violently ill. Its probably food poisoning from this fake Mexican restaurant up the road. I don't even know why she likes to eat there. I don't know why she likes to eat out- she always orders the same simple salad with a small side of ranch. It doesn't matter what style of restaurant we eat at... Its always the same salad. I don't think its E-coli. Lets be honest, she'd be dead by now. But I have the incredible opportunity of taking care of all the chores that we have hanging around here. The dishes can wait... I have laundry to do.

I don't do the laundry, apparently when I got married that job was delegated to my wife. I got all the sucky jobs like:

1. Dish detail
2. Garbage removal
3. Sweeping
4. Cleaning Toilets
5. Insect removal
6. Snack Maker
7. Accountant
8. Car washer
9. Computer Specialist
10. Personal Masseur

and the list goes on...

I don't care about doing the laundry. But I'm not as particular as Natalie with my clothes. In my opinion you can just wad up some clothes that kinda have the same color and wash 'em. Supposedly you can't do that with girl clothes. I'm sure that it doesn't really matter. Oh well. I'm not the one who turned all of my white shirts pink (I was so pissed).

I don't know how mush longer I can take this whole sick thing...