It wasn’t so bad when The Curmudgeon would grill things for dinner all summer long and all I had to do was come up with side dishes.

With him the way he is that’s over with.

I sometimes will grill. (Except for now when I need to get more gas.)

I am just so tired of cooking. He won’t go out to eat and there’s only so much in delivery meals that I can handle after a while.

Don’t get me wrong, my freezer, fridge, and cupboards are well stocked. I am so tired of cooking, I have trouble trying to come up with ideas for what to cook.

I hate having to think of a meal idea, then seeing if he’s interested. It usually takes three or four tries before he says, “That sounds good.” Without any enthusiasm mind you.

I’m a damned good cook I’m just sick of being the cook.