Thursday 9 June 2011

In which I fail at being a Househusband

I am a terrible Househusband. No, really. Really bad, actually. You see, I didn't cook tonight. And it wasn't because I didn't really feel like it. Well, to tell the truth, I kind of didn't feel like it. But, really, I just couldn't think of what to make! I mean, a total flatline moment. No clue.


It also didn't help that it is simply freezing cold outside tonight. Well, not actually freezing, but come on, 9º C is pretty darn close. Especially since JP and I live near the windiest corner know to human kind. Totes burrrrr, yall; sad dot com slash frozen. Any way you dice it up, I was't going out there.

So, here is the great thing about Sydney. So many places totally deliver! Hooray, we are saved, look at me covering my butt! So, what did we want, I asked JP. Really, you can have anything, I told him. The world is your oyster, and someone will deliver it to us! I even got some really great beers to go with whatever we order!


Excuse me, there's the door buzzer. Our pizza's here...



xoxo Craig

4 comments:

kcm said...

did he eat it all from the outside in?

Craig said...

no, because I made him share it with me. we are adults now, there will be no eating of the pizza... oh for the love of god!

Unknown said...

I love that you refer to yourself as a househusband...I call Zach my househusband too! :)

Craig said...

Ha thanks 3L! Make me feel a little cooler than 'domesticated male' who cooks and does all the laundry!