No this isn't an episode of Big Love... it's my darling Bubba who after nearly 20 nears of wedded bliss still manages to dumbfound me... Take yesterday for example; he comes home after 1.5 days in guy-ville, shooting, golf, chicken wings ... you get the idea. Needless to say he comes home a happy camper, I tell him Mom and I are off to do all those girl things, movie, pedicure etc.
So even better right - he's home alone with the pups - life ain't so bad. Yeah he's got to mow the lawn but that can wait as it was 100 degrees outside. Mom and I do all those things - enjoyed the heck out of our movie (Julie & Julia) and make it home with freshly painted toe nails and happily loved feet. THEN - darling hubby tells me he's made dinner reservations!! I know - unreal right? And to a nice place! Granted it was a bit late but hey Mom and I were full of popcorn anyway. Nice dinner, good conversation, a bottle of wine very nice evening. Thanks honey that was really super fab!!!
Fast forward 12 hours - most of which we were sleeping... and apparently someone hit Bubba's cranky button. He's packing to head out of town, he's got to plan ahead for next weekend as he's home for exactly 5 hours then headed back out the door again so he's got to be ready... Now he asked me, if I had the time, to get him an air mattress... Friday was mellow I did the deed no big deal; until we get to Sunday morning and the ticked off fairy is dancing on Bubba's cranky button - oh lucky me. It's the wrong size - things are going to be tight - didn't you listen.. bla bla bla... .
Bubba - you can 1) take it back 2) get a freaking hotel room you cheap (never mind) or 3) live with it and have something we can actually use again in the future... thanks to time tables and a Mother-in-law in the house there was mumbling, grumbling and packing for said business trip. He is now out the door, sitting at the airport and I'm getting dressed up in 90 plus degree heat so I can support Mom in her Queen-dom next year. Not that big of a sacrifice as she's done more than that for me. Still these women have got to find another time of the year to do this stuff mid-August in DC was not designed for foundation garments and pantyhose... I may just strip and hose off in the back yard when I'm done.
Probably not I like my neighbors. ;-)
That is all for a Sunday.. stay cool everyone. Lemonade is on the house.
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