Okay, not really, but kinda. I have a great husband. He's been nothing, but understanding and supportive of my mood swings, last minute mind changing of dinner ideas, blowing him off at the gym. All that. He's obsessed with golfing and is going on a week long Myrtle Beach golf trip with some men twice his age for the 3rd time. He didn't go last year bc we just got married. This year he's going and I told him I wanted to spend this weekend together since he's leavin this coming Saturday morning. Well he asked if he could golf today with some of the guys he's going with. I said sure that's fine. But I'm now remembering why I hate golf season so much. It's so long!!! One freaking game takes AT LEAST 4 hours on top of getting there early to hit some practice balls. Well, I'm starving and he's still not home after 4 1/2 hours. I did a SHIT TON of work outside and around the house today. So I decided to be a little bitchy and tell him. His response wasn't what I was hoping for lol. He better bring me home some damn food!