tea brewers

i think tis the new information thats made me forget my grumbles...the whole hassle of opening a blog account, and the fear that if i close it, i simply wont be able to log on to it again.. has made me forget my last grumble...so is this how all live their lives? from one grumble to another....u forget one grumble for another....or is there more to life than grumbles....if so what?

i remember my former grumble now...as usual its got loads to do with my bitter half...my hubby.he is sulking in the hall, and me here in the bedroom on the pc...yesterday i did not cook breakfast for him, cause the night before that, he unfairly complained about how the dinner wasnt enuf for a hungry giant like him, and so today he has not had the breakfast i cooked for him......which is half a cicle now,or is it full...and are we on the next cycle.

i wake up this moring and brew my self a cup of tea, and just as i was about to have it, in he sails, bleary eyed.....wheres my tea...u were sleeping when i made it i say...u cud have woken me up and asked me, if i wanted tea too....i think thats funny...not funny funny, but irritated funny...i dont answer...neither does he..

now two hours later, he brews his own tea, without brewing for me...though the ordinary rule is whosoever brews tea inquires whether anybody else wants a cuppa too...so now thts another rule broken.....u dint make tea for me. he explains...u were asleep i repeat...so u cud have offered a bit from ur cup...u didnt ask.....no answer..

i brew my own tea too... and im fucking angry..at waht..i dont know...how long...i dont know...