She does? No wonder the husband doesn’t stick about for breakfast then. He’s probably sick of eating mouldy eggs and stale toast. He spends his whole day at the office trying to close the big deal with the Japanese investors and it just so happens to be the same week that his car breaks down, his rival at the company gets promoted and the FBI and CIA are looking for him. The least his wife can do is make him some fucking breakfast. What a skank. She’s lucky he doesn’t throw the toast out the window at the next door neighbour who is always fucking there when he gets home from work like he doesn’t have any problems of his own and always standing there mowing the same patch of grass like a fucking twat. I mean get a fucking hobby. It’s only a small patch of grass anyway. You could mow that in 2 minutes every 2 weeks and it’d look perfect, not 45 minutes every fucking evening at the same time. He must be fucking sitting there looking outside waiting for the grass to grow. The grass on the husbands lawn is the same height as the neighbours but he hasn’t cut the grass in weeks. Unless the wife is cutting the grass but if she has time to cut the grass then why doesn’t she have time to make some fucking proper breakfast.