Place your bets...

Do you think the decorator will show today - or shall we play the spin the wheel of excuses? I am desperately trying to hang on to my sunny disposition and glass is half full look on life that she and her handy man will show today... place your bets; spin the wheel everyone is a winner.

We've got 2o minutes to D-arrive time... no call but I don't want to jinx it...

Lovely fall day here in Maryland - life ain't so bad but I have come to the conclusion that I want to be Bubba in my next life... I got to thinking about this last night when I was cooking dinner and he was complaining about not being able to find the hockey game on the TV...

I present as evidence, yesterday - he got up, showered, drove to the bus stop (I know! I shocks me too) went to work, reversed the commute, came home. Now there was the 15 minute phone call to me to bitch about the decorator and the of course the cost, (think Charlie Brown teacher as to what I heard when he started on this tired tune). I am sure the stress cause over this issue which we have rehashed for the better part of 6 weeks is very upsetting to his royal highness but listening to it is getting quite old. After all the money has been spent in spite of my best efforts and using every long stick like object I own my magic money wand as remained elusive. Where is Diagon Alley when you need it?

And once again I was wandered off the path haven't I? Those little twisty-turny parts of my brain are really starting to take over...

So, I also awoke yesterday, let pups out, fed them breakfast, logged on from home, worked all day, cleaned off the dining room table in preparation of the non-arrival of the decorator. Worked all day, Cleaned the kitchen, thought up something for dinner, it isn't spicy lettuce wraps with special sauce but it was editable and relatively good for you. Cooked said dinner, and cleaned up afterwards, fed the dogs, clipped their nails with Bubba's help. And went to bed, oh yeah and I folded the last load of laundry and dried the cleaning rags (cleaning lady was here Monday - see previous posts for my appreciation of a clean house with my doing!)

You know reading this - scratch that - next life I'm marrying money. My goal in that life will be to be a trophy wife. LOL

It still amazes me that nearly 20 years have gone by that Bubba and I have been married, and while I am sure at 3 AM while holding the pillow over his sleeping form thinking - if he'd just quiet down I could sleep and I swear I won't wear a red dress to his funeral.... then you remember CSI and fibers in his lungs and your finger prints on the edges of the pillow and you figure - another wedding anniversary ain't such a bad thing. ;-)

Stay tuned for a decorator update...