That’s right, I’m blogging again

The worst thing about living alone:

You have to come up with something to eat for dinner every single day all by yourself.  Now, I’ve lived alone before, and while this aspect sucked, it was never a big deal – after all, it is pretty easy to prepare Mac ‘n cheese.  The problem now is that I can’t eat stuff like that anymore.  Maybe I’ve grown too sophisticated in my old age, but I have no desire to eat shit like that.  For instance:

Typical meals while living alone before getting married: Totinos frozen party pizza; Pasta roni.  (By the way, I felt like I was eating a solid healthy meal when I ate Pasta roni.)

Typical meal while living alone after getting married: Cous cous, seared vegetables, baked chicken with homemade sauce.

Now, I know my current meals are not landing me a guest appearance on Rachel Ray or anything, but they also take a lot more fuckin work than Totinos Party Pizza.  Damn, I knew there was a reason I got a wife.

On second thought, being overly sophisticated is probably not something I will ever have to worry about…