Husband is being a dickweed.
I was outside, helped sweep up and scooped the dog poop into two neat little piles. I went inside because he started mowing before helping me put it into bags. 89 degrees outside still. So I go inside.
Old neighbor lady comes over and talks my ear off. I am sweaty, tired and just want to sit.
I sit down and post baby pics on facebook. Literally a min after it is posted, husband opens back door and YELLS. "Are you gonna help?" I say with what? "The FUCKING DOG POOP!"
I say, "don't yell at me 1st off" and then he slams the door shut.
He comes back in after putting things away, and I explain that I am tired and sweaty and wore myself out. I don't need to be scooping poop. He states it will just stay there then. W/e, I say, you can be doing shit I can't do right now instead of being an asshole.
Guess I'm not getting laid tonight. Asshole.