Who Moved My Cheese?????

Hubby got home late last night-nothing unusual about that. I am a widow with a living husband. He wanted to go out to eat at 9:30 PM. Um, no. The friggin' games were on (one win and one loss) and my hair is in one huge knot as why comb it if I am too sick to go out (I have very long hair too). So I said I would make some eggs, and hash browns. Not that HE would ever offer to cook (he was initially a cook in the Army during the Vietnam War). So I decided to use some sauteed spinach, sun dried tomatoes and rosemary over the eggs which were on top of half a bagel and Gouda cheese. The cheese has a little mold on it, so I cut it off on top of a towel for later.

I can't find the damned cheese! I have the knife, the towel, the aluminum to wrap it with but no one pound block of smoky Gouda. I don't think the dog got it because the Gouda was sliced with wax paper in between slices. NO remnants of that. Not in the fridge or the drawers or cupboard or garbage. I even checked the laundry as I was washing as I cooked. Who moved my cheese? I need to find it before it turns nasty fuzzy and really reeks. And if the dog did get it?? He will fart on my all night (not much diff than a hubby but more sulfuric-and he will really be constipated too). don't want to go thru the rock deal again with him.

Another scrap laden card. Use a textured base and lightly ink the edges. Find three patterned pieces that look good together and cut into stripes and ink those up too (I did these in grape) Layer across the card with the fold at the top. Punch out some serendipity squares and ink those then layer on the left side with pop dots. Punch a circle, stamp a phrase and pop dot that. Thread some embroidery floss thru a couple of buttons of non matching sizes (I has another but it rolled under the fridge). Pop dot at the bottom right. 5 minute card-change the theme and colors and anything is possible.

BTW-hubby came home early today and said he got his work up to date (liar liar liar) He is sick now. And I am NOT taking care of him. He cant even figure out to go into the kitchen and get some multi symptom cold meds without asking me what to take for this and that and I am sorry, but they don't have pills for men who are too dumb to live. I am not his mom. I take care of myself because no one is here to otherwise. He should treat the situation the same. Or go back to work and let them take care of him as they always do. Sick of it already!