That'sdinner. Prepared another huge batch of korma for freezing.
Not sure I can eat it. It's another round of standard arguments here.
Same sh*t, different day.
I feel like the Peter Dutton of this household: I'll point out a fact; my having done so becomes 'reason' for uproar (but, really, a means of distracting from the subject at hand). A 'melodrama' ensues. Insults are exchanged. Same sh*t. Different day. That's entertainment.
How much mileage can there be had out of exchanging the same insults? Plenty, apparently. It's kind of like those public 'debates' that go on and on and on and on and on, year after year after year ... without ever resolving anything.
Right now, I feel like knocking him out. But, of course, I can't. I'm not physically capable. LOL
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