I'm here.. I'm here...

Wednesday was the travel day and by the time I got home I just wanted to sit... on something that wasn't moving. Now the flight home was wonderfully uneventful, the shuttle was right there and moving... all over DC and into Montgomery County, he nearly missed the turn off to my neighborhood but I spoke up and I was home...

To cranky Bubba, who grumped about something, then went on and on in exacting detail about some piece of paper work that had to be completed, mailed and dealt with yadda yadda yadda... keep in mind, I walked in the door, dumped my stuff changed my clothes and he starts in with this... if I were to do this to him - he'd toss a tantrum. I just looked at him with glazed eyes as if I was actually listening to his drivel. Last night then the questions began ... and he actually looked at me and said, "I told you this already" - humor me dear I wasn't really listening after a full day of work, travel and the rest, (I said to myself) then said, "I just want to be sure I got it right dear."

Yeah I nauseate myself.

So the last two days since arriving home have been a whirlwind of work related fires and issues and foolishness that frankly one should not have to deal with post travel. After all one must basically strip down to darn near underclothes walk through a machine, get redressed, repacked then cram yourself onto a tin can that is jetted into the sky, bounce around a bit, "land" (not fond of National Airport... basically your up then DOWN as in right NOW)... and I am wondering.

Bubba managed to get home last night at an early 10 PM, so I ate the last of the noodle casserole I left for him and chilled. Tonight he goes out with the boys for a beer and appetizers, I got shrimp at the grocery store and I have completed the week - sans cooking. A bonus in my book.

Now as previously posted I have sent a baby shower gift north - NO clue as to receipt, appreciated to comments to the contrary as not a single soul from that neck-o-the-woods have deemed it necessary to either call or write. I'm not even looking for "thank you" how about "I got it." Whatever.

This weekend is the last free weekend until April - no not kidding. Now some are crammed full, other just have one thing and another day free so we'll take what we can get. Work promises to be nutso and won't that be fun?

I was slogging through the Ladies' Group finances, and I got a phone call from a member of Bob's group (which he no longer goes) and says he has my check and can he swing by and drop it off. Hey no problem, one less thing I have to deal with tomorrow.

Bubba pitches a fit stating "I just don't get it" and (I swear I'm not making this up) He is not dressed to receive visitors. Seriously? What are you a 70 year old woman from the deep south? Please, it's Friday night we're home and mellow - who cares if you answer the door in sweat pants? Its not like I invited him in to high tea for the love of almighty....

The transaction is exactly 2 minutes, Hi, how are you, thanks for dropping it by, see you, quick question, answer and gone. The door was barely open to keep the puppies inside and Bubba never left his chair. Dressed to receive visitors... oh please. I swear to the high heavens the man is going to be a real pisser when he gets old. I may just shoot him to put him out of my misery.

Stay tuned for a fun filled weekend of Bubba at work and Olympic Hockey. Yeah it's a life... any idea where I can get a new one - preferably with a sugar daddy and a winning lottery ticket? ;-)

Just asking...