It's 7:30 pm right now and I'm upstairs in my house, while my husband and the two handymen are eating a dinner I prepared. I'm going to admit that I just couldn't take the stress anymore. I had wanted Hubby to take me to the store to get something for us all for dinner, but Hubby refused. Ordering delivery again just didn't seem like a good option. Hubby basically put all of the pressure on me to figure something out. I did come up with some dinner idea, but the recipe was only enough for three, not four, so I'm in bed hungry. Also, the recipe required two eggs per person and I only had five. Hubby gets one, the two guys each get two, and I get none. Yes, my choice, but my choice.

I would like to take a grenade and blow up the electric stove top in my new house. I despise the living hell out of it! Cooking with gas is 1,000 times better. Also, though today I did manage to find more kitchen stuff in boxes (I had to get kind of aggressive in demanding more **** be unpacked), but I still haven't found some major items, including a spatula. How in the heck do you turn eggs without a proper spatula? Especially sunny-side up eggs? I'm guessing that Hubby ended up scrambling them, which is totally wrong for the dish, but it's on him. Not me!

I'm hoping that this experience teaches Hubby that he shouldn't just ignore me when I say we need to go to the effing grocery store!

I gon't give two fiddler's Fs that tomorrow is Valentine's Day. It's no big deal to Czechs, anyway.

I've had it with my husband!

I almost had a nervous breakdown when I couldn't find the onions. Hubby looked for them and also couldn't find them, either. I was about to cry! Then one of the handymen found them. I made a lentil dish that is supposed to be topped with sunny-side up eggs. They don't contain black pepper because I still haven't found my four (yes four) pepper grinders. I did find peppercorns, but I wasn't up to smashing them with a mallet. I have my pestle, but can't find my mortar. The "ham" my husband ordered in the deli was smoked, but seemed to still be raw. I had to fry it. Normally I buy ham that is already cooked. The mere fact that I had to also cook the raw-arse ham, almost took me.