(Thanks for always agreeing with me.)
John usually takes the cake when it comes to doing stupid and/or gross things. Last Monday he texted to tell me we were out of gas for the mower. No problem. When I got home the empty gas can was on the kitchen counter.
Seriously, who does that?
Over the weekend I made baked potatoes with dinner. (I know, you’re shocked I actually cooked a real meal. I was too.)
John put this on the table
I watched him (with more than a little bit of puke in my mouth) smear the mayonnaise on his potato and then douse it in hot sauce.
I said, “Did you just put mayonnaise and hot sauce on your potato?”
“Yeah. We don’t have any sour cream.”
That’s not normal. WTF?