I have to remember if I ever complained while Bubba was traveling every week during the winter... maybe I missed someone to talk to.... but then again... didn't miss cooking, or having the entire bed to myself... or sole control of the remote control.... what was the down side again??
Then there is this new bus stop drop off routine.... yes boys and girls he's at it again. This morning we were running behind a bit as the bedroom furniture had to be moved as the painters are finally getting here today. (more on that mess later)
And we get out the door for a quick drop off, my plan was to get doughnuts for the painters - a little bribe never hurt right? Then home and ready for the men to show up. This is my plan. Turn the corner to the bus stop, and he says - go the other stop.... No he's not bleeding - yet and of course you know I happily stepped on the gas and made my way to bus stop number 2. Turning the corner to drop him off - the bus pulls away from the stop.... No I am not kidding.
Do I need to continue? I will... "go get ahead of the bus" I think I cracked a tooth in my desperate attempt not to spew forth all the foul language that was happily dancing across my internal filter. Oh I did let a few choice comment through as I was doing 80 mph down back roads to "get ahead" of said bus. Now during the polite conversation that ensued I hit the breaks at the bus stop and managed not to bean him in the back of the head as he made his way out of my truck... I sped away and headed to the doughnut shop.
I happily made my way home thinking I had another 30 minutes to get my act together did I get them - of course not. My life does not work this way - the painters were there without my chosen paint colors. I sent them to the head guy - who apparently doesn't see his 'other' team often... ok fine - so they have to follow me to Home Depot then to Ben Moore so I can remember the cutie name of the colors I picked, 30 minutes later paint chips in hand, off they go to buy paint, and now they are painting away and I'm down here wondering how to get out of the taxi service business.
On another note - it might not be Bubba putting the dirty glass in my clean sink each morning it might be the sink. I didn't see him USE a glass last night and still there it was - a glass in my clean sink. Where is he hiding these things? Every corner on the top of half of this house has been exposed and cleaned out! It must be the basement - and maybe they are in his lazy boy - that's what the flap on the back of the chair is for!!! I will have to go check that out. Or this just could a giant plot to slowly make me crazy.
Of course the bus stop morning routine will do the job much quicker.
I can hear news headline now... "Women ties husband naked to bus stop with duck tape. Police are quoted as saying she left a note saying leave him here he has to catch the ^&%^&$^*# bus" back to you in the studio.
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