Don't Cry For Me Effin Mina!

So tonight I was getting ready to cook dinner when low and behold a fight broke out.  You know the usual every other day occurence in my all kinds of crazy.  How did it start, what was it about, I don't even remember and honestly I can't say I care.  Sometimes when Mommies and Daddies fight, one of them does or says something to get back at the other, you know to really make them mad, like red hot.  Tonight it was his turn...and do you know what he said???   It went something like this..."You can just cook for you and the kids, I am not eating what you make!!!"  Now, I would like to play good little wifey and confess to you that my heart was broken...but you know I would be lying! 

So what did I do?  I really piled on the wonderful dinner mode.  Usually my lazy ass will try to make something once or twice a week, but dinner, brownies and mexican chocolate are a rare or special kind of occasion.  Don't tell me you don't want my dinner, but he did and it was his loss.  It was kind of fun to watch him look through the fridge to find something to nuke in the microwave while my dinner was steaming hot on the stove and it smelled so good.

As I was cooking, I started to think of the Madonna movie version of Evita.  I love, love that movie and every few days the soundtrack  may even pop up on Frankie's Ipod at work.  Suddenly while stirring my mashed potatoes I started humming "Don't cry for me Argentina".  Then I started to giggle and changed the words to...Don't cook for me effin Mina, the truth is I've never loved you.  Hmmm, I may have a new song here!

Why do men think that they will always have one over on us?  Why do they think that they are smarter than us and what they do will make us more mad?  Sometimes men forget how we can and usually win.  I know somone who asked a friend for a "loan".  My friend was actually going to try and grant the loan until just recently when my friend witnessed what a real jerk that person was to other people and she decided...um no!  The movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding" had a line that I also love and have used...it was this..."He may be the head, but I'm the neck that turns the head"...omg, so true!

I don't care if you eat what I cook, take my car without my permission, or whatever else all you men out there do to try and spite me or my girls out there.  Uh-oh I think I sense a bitch fest coming up right.....now!  Here are things that men do that drive me (and I'm sure some of you) crazy....

-I hate it when I come home from a long day of work, take off my shoes and start to relax and then as if to make you feel guilty, your man starts cleaning the house-not to mention he threw my shoes in the closet..c'mon, they will get scuff marks, be careful with those.
-I hate it when I put gas in my car to last for a few days and then my car comes back needing more, can't you be nice and refill the tank?
-I hate it when men brag about how awesome they are.
-I hate it when office men think every female is a secretary!"
-I hate it when I get up in the middle of the night to find that his car windows are rolled down and some of the doors in the house are unlocked.
-I hate it when men have to show how smart they are by being a damn jerk.
-I hate it when men try to help you and then in the end you have to do it over because they lost interest or did not do it right.
-I hate how men think it's wonderful that their son is oogling a cute girl, but when their daughter becomes boy crazy the girl gets yelled at for oogling!
-I hate how men don't give a crap about your day at work and which friends hate you at the moment conversation but then we are supposed to care when they are happy over a touchdown!

Oh my gosh the list could go on forever, it really could, but I am sooo tired.  Um, yeah, he may not have eaten my wonderful dinner...but I am sleeping in the livingroom...uh-oh, he done pissed me off now!