Woman has not been killed yet....
Yet....
Got home from the gym Sunday... About 230.
She states she'll make us breakfast. Great.
But first she wants to find the plates....
.....ok....
She starts unpacking boxes... Fully unpacking boxes.... Not just looking in and moving on.
At about 3pm I say screw it... I need to eat and I have other unpacking tasks to do. So I grab a bar and head upstairs. She then decides to start cooking, because I'm no longer helping her fully unpack any number of random boxes... And starts in on we have to find the plates *right now*because the food is ready.
Sigh....
When the snow thaws I'm going to have to find some appropriate dig sites.
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