There’s more marital strife going on around these parts. And I fear it’s a competition to see who is going to end up dead first.
I’m sure you’re curious what this spat is about.
It’s about the freshness of our snacks. Maybe you think this is silly, but there is nothing funny or silly about chewy popcorn or stale potato chips.
You see, we have a metric shit ton of chip clips and rubber bands (I inherited the rubber bands from my grandma, I kid you not). There is no reason why we should have half assed, crumpled up , or half open bags of chips. But I think the Meester totally does it now, just to grate on my nerves. He’s good at stuff like that. Because I went into the pantry the other day, and I found this:
I mean, come on! Really? I’m the laughing stock of my friends. They don’t want to come over anymore, because all of my snacks are stale. I know that’s his ulterior motive, him being a people hater and all, but I am fighting dirty. I’m investing in tupperware.