that under appreciated feeling

she says it's his fault for leaving my shoes in the living room after the dog dragged his shoe over to put it on a big pile of loose feces plopped on the carpet and may have been joking, but there was no thank you for picking up the shit and straining it out of the carpet and dabbing and pressing and scrubbing by hand on his knees for a half hour after working a ten hour day that ruining his intended evening meal yeah, it didn't feel like a joke and the last thing he needed was a joke so he thinks maybe next time he'll just turn around and go out to eat which was his first thought walking into the stinking room, except that he have been supporting them for so long he am in a frugal mode and besides, he leave the shoes there so he can slip into them quickly when he wake or anytime like as soon as he get home from work to take the dog out... that under appreciated feeling rises like a lump in his through, or maybe it's indigestion... and she goes to bed...