Jenn is convinced I'm being unreasonable.

I was starting to make dinner, and Ana got into a snit because there wasn't a spare burner for her to make her Nestlé Mexican hot chocolate she had picked up at the corner store. I say that 8 ounces of chocolate milk - that's 256 calories, I went ahead and checked - is a dessert or a snack, not something she should be preparing right before dinner.

Jenn seems to think that drinks don't count, that they don't take up any space in the stomach that could go to actual food.

She also thinks that my occasionally buying 20 oz of soda to split among four people while eating pizza is comparable to each person getting 8 full ounces of hot chocolate. Never mind that that is 60% more to drink!

Then, of course, she pulled a classic Jenn trick of alternating between snapping and bitching at me or talking to me about something unrelated like she hadn't just done that, and got pissy and called me an "asshole" for telling her to knock it off. Yeah, when I am working at a hot stove, using a knife, I don't really want to chit-chat to somebody who is off-and-on angry at me. I cut and burn myself enough when I'm calm, happy, and by myself!