I NEED TO RANT:

3 girlfriends and I try to have one ladies' night a week. I sent out a message asking if everyone can do ladies' night tomorrow. One friend said she can't tomorrow, and asked why not tonight? I said I can't cause I got pulled pork in the slow cooker that will be coming out between 8:30pm and 9pm/I didn't consider tonight and am now homebound.

This same friend decides, no problem! She invites the lot of them over to my place for pulled pork. What! No. Rude. Wtf. #1) The house is okay, but not at the level of clean I like to have it at when I entertain guests. #2) I don't have enough to feed 5 people (the five of us + hubby) and #3) I'm sick and tired of people eating my food.

In my social circle, I'm the only one who hosts full dinners, and their contributions are like chips and salsa. Once they volunteered to cover drinks and brought one bottle of wine amongst the 4 of them for a 10 pax dinner. I paid for everything else.

This shit is pissing me off. I'm unemployed atm and hubby's salary is just enough for us to live relatively stable (though the last few days before paycheck are always a scrape). He just got paid yesterday and I wanted to make this pulled pork to have leftovers for days.

I can't be floating employed moochers all the time. I told them I'm not making enough meat to feed 5 people (technically not true, but I'm making a lot for leftovers, okay!). I thought this would be hint enough. Nope. They decided to come over anyway with snacks (more chips and salsa). So ... I basically still have to give them pork, cause I can't have people over as I am cooking, and shut them out completely of what I am cooking. It just isn't in my DNA to stand in my kitchen shredding pork as my friends stand around the kitchen salivating and deny them a "sample" and then "one more sample" and "omg so good just a tiny bit more."

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Also there is a pattern of this, but I don't feel like breaking down every transgression.

Update: Thanks, ladies and gentlemen (if any are among us)! Ya'll gave me the courage to send out this message:

"eek, on second thought, I'm canceling. The house is a mess (I know you don't care but I do) and I really wanted to have left overs. It's a part of my monthly food budgeting strategy. sorry!"

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IT IS DONE.