Mustard
So, the other day, DH decides to have a little hissy fit about mustard. Yes, mustard.
We were all in the kitchen & my daughter was making a sandwich & decided she wanted mustard on it. She looked at the expiration dates of the 2 mustard containers in the fridge & they said 2011, so I threw them away, saying we probably shouldn't get them in such big containers next time (they were 20 oz each).
So DH gets all upset (not raging, but definitely a hissy): "I only bought that because you like it. If you want mustard, you're going to have to buy it yourself!"
I didn't react, but was kind of just watching him have this attitude. I mean, really?? Mustard?? Whatever! So I just bought a new little container of mustard later on. Seriously, though!
We were all in the kitchen & my daughter was making a sandwich & decided she wanted mustard on it. She looked at the expiration dates of the 2 mustard containers in the fridge & they said 2011, so I threw them away, saying we probably shouldn't get them in such big containers next time (they were 20 oz each).
So DH gets all upset (not raging, but definitely a hissy): "I only bought that because you like it. If you want mustard, you're going to have to buy it yourself!"
I didn't react, but was kind of just watching him have this attitude. I mean, really?? Mustard?? Whatever! So I just bought a new little container of mustard later on. Seriously, though!
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