Bubba's back and I'm in trouble... hey la hey la My Bubba's back... (tune of my boyfriend is back) Now that I have embedded that ditty into your brain for the better part of today and possibly into tomorrow we can explain...
Lets us begin yesterday, where I moved, packed away, shifted, vacuumed, scrubbed walls, baseboards, ceilings, corners and sucked up more spiders living the high life than I care to think about. The ONLY thing left to do is move 5 pieces of furniture that were too heavy for me to do alone... needless to say I was hot, sweaty, and tired. And that was just after cleaning out the kitchen. ;-) So at 6:00 PM and still no Bubba I showered and debated what to do for dinner, frankly it was shear laziness that prevented me from getting in the car and going to the store... and the girls deserved a completely cage-free day. So at 7:00 PM no call no notice and no clue when his royal highness was about to grace us with his presence I made dinner - it wasn't fancy but it was quick and filled the hole. And of course just as I finished eating - who should call the world traveler himself; and he had the nerve to 1) ask what was for dinner (at 8:00 PM) and 2) get ticked off because I told him "whatever you pick up". Sorry buddy if you would have picked up the phone at 5 or 6 PM and given me an ETA (estimated time of arrival) I might have considered an effort - discarded it and had something bought and ready when you got home.
So as I finally was able to sit and relax, clean and content with my belly tended, in stomps Mr. Happy frowning, cranky, and glaring - me? I sat and waiting for the explosion. No pop just that low simmer... he ate his sandwich answered questions with grunts, and offered no conversation - so back to my book. Its a life isn't it? :-)
So... let us fast forward to this morning... up showered, dressed and heading out the door, he asks the fateful question (you know the one) "Where is my statue?" (insert ominous music here) I smile, hesitate and state "On it's way to Philadelphia." Which brings us to part of two of why I'm in trouble. The expected fit was then pitched, to which I responded rationally and calmly by yelling back at full volume as well stating I wasn't doing cartwheels I was being careful and still the little witch's hand jumped up and smacked it against the door and snapped off! To sum up - words exchanged, house was left, he was dropped off and I drove away. Frankly I expected it - just not first thing Monday morning...
But sooner or later he will realize that it's on it's way - the questions will begin, where is this place, how was it shipped, how long, how much.... bla bla bla... some I will have answers for and some I don't have answers for yet... So much for witness protection but then again I'm too attached to my family and friends to disappear - that and who would cook for Bubba? ;-)
So now at work, facing meetings all freaking afternoon, and a meeting tonight - my kitchen is clean - I mean spotless and I really don't want to cook - and once they start painting I'm not cooking.... I guess I can compromise tonight make something - then we have grill or have take out the rest of the week. Hey it's 4 days he will survive.
And finally on a lighter note - when Bubba learned of the new offer and mail he was receiving at Mom's he actually smiled last night - and joked - tell her I'm moving in when I lose my job. Har dee har har ... my mother will kill him in short order - and that would be just over the dirty glass in a clean sink... No judge will convict her.
Therapy Session for Monday has ended... Tuesday will be better - unless I break something else... LOL
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