Hubby is headed for the doghouse. I've been waiting for him to bring home dinner since 930 (2+ hours). The kids are freaking out that he's not home. Claims the place's kitchen was fucked. He's a server so he knows I know better lmao. Idk why I even said yes to him stopping at that particular place because every fucking time without fail he doesn't leave for 2+ hours. Oh, he just called and it's super obvious he had more than one beer. Then he got all pissy cause he took me texting him about how had I known it was gonna take forever I would have had a snack 2 hours ago when he told me he was headed there as me being super mad at him. I'm just hungry holy shit.