It's ME! ;-) Up and moving for a Saturday morning, I made quiche which according to everyone turned out very well... frankly it wasn't that hard... I made the potato and sausage casserole last night... all turned out well. Plus I had the kitchen cleaned, and the coffee cooked before anyone arrived. Yeah me.
It was the ladies annual basket party, we sit around play one silly game and then shop and eat - sounds like a good way to kill a Saturday morning to me. But we talked a bit and then by 1:30 they were gone and Bubba could come home...
He left early this morning to get his oil changed - in the car people... then returned my new microwave handle, the new one arrived last night and it was white - we took the freaking door with us last Sunday - the door is black - did he (said cashier) not notice? So on his list was to return that and order a black handle. And then some other errand type things that made sure Bubba didn't enter the estrogen zone until it had all cleared out - with the except of those that live here. I don't know do we still count since every female in this house as been fixed, present company included? I still have the make you crazy hormones... so I think that counts.
Last night was the bigger story...
Another slow crawl home, I was armed with my shopping list for Saturday morning, and it was spitting just enough rain to make you feel wet without it pouring down rain. I did my shopping, figured out something for dinner, and headed home. Dug out my kitchen for the first of two times that night and was ready to get down and dirty with party prep - then Bubba called to inform me that he would need a ride home from the bus because he had to pick up oil for the oil change in the morning... (grrrr) First he said pick me up at Pep Boys then he said Target - close but not the same location - "Which is it dear heart?"
He says to me I'll call you. We are very lucky to have dishes remaining. So I washed the dishes that didn't' fit into the dishwasher, arranged everything I would need to put together dinner and casseroles for Saturday then loaded pups into the truck and headed to Target... only to get a phone call telling me to meet him at Wal-Mart. On a side note - does anyone know how to get teeth marks off of one's steering wheel - I think I may just have to buy a new cover.
Anywho - so I sit and wait and finally I get the call - I'm out front. I pick up his person and head home then he has the smart idea to question the length of time for dinner. Then he tries to futz with the white handle of the microwave which is positioned over the stove while I'm trying to cook. And he got cranky... gee sweetheart I'm trying to cook and you're futzing with something you have to RETURN. You're lucky we didn't have flambe Bubba on the menu. Darn electric stoves...
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