It would have been x-rated... in the fact- of the spew of four letter words I so desperately wanted to spout forth after a 2 hour and 30 minute ride into work... let me state that again... I STUPIDLY got up, got dressed and presentable to SIT in a never ending line of cars to get into the office for 2 hours and 30 minutes ... NO ONE ELSE BOTHERED... why did I? Frankly it was a waste of make-up.
On the up side -I left early it was a MUCH better ride home, and I finished my work day at home... which is the place I should have stayed... Tuesday will be a nightmare... (Federal Holiday Monday) oh and did I mention there is more snow coming Monday night? Just shoot me.
But Bubba is home and I am not lifting that "bleeping" snow shovel again - ever at this point in my life... Don't go there about me paying off the neighbor kid to do the driveway... I did - but he didn't do the back steps repeatedly or find grass for my two puppy princesses to - ah you know. NOR did he clean up the "you know" frequently and often so that said puppy princesses could continue to 'you know' on the same 2X2 patch of grass...
Today started way to early for a Saturday the girl's group book sale was today and while the turn out was VERY low we still made a few bucks and we plenty of books to do this again - in the spring - you know June/ July time frame... when the snow melts.
Bubba is home... and guess what I found in the sink -- the clean sink--- when I got back from the book sale...anyone? Bueller? Yep - pay the lady there was a glass in the sink. He's hooommmmeee...
And what I can only call Bubba's luck (i.e. fall into a pile of poo and come up smelling like a rose) he said it only took him 10-15 minutes to dig out last night - he had help with a big snow shovel. Is there no justice? Anywhere? That one piece of giddy (har har har) with every shovelful I moved I remembered - 4 feet on his car... but NO! Mr. Helpful at the car park... we help our customers and those frequently fliers... bah. Kiss my grits. But I'm not bitter. Really I'm not.
Now I just have to plot where he is taking me to dinner tonight. No I haven't cooked in the better part of two weeks and I ain't starting now. ;-) Plus there is no food in the house and you couldn't possibly pay me enough to go to the grocery store right now... maybe Sunday morning - like 6 AM (yeah right). I have done 3 tours of duty to the grocery store pre- and post storm - oh HECK no am I going to the grocery store this weekend. Just beat me with a rubber hose instead - I would enjoy it more. (and don't go there either)
So! He's home, there are rumors of layoffs, I am going to Alabama in a week, and frankly I need a nap. Welcome to my weekend bleeding into my week. Stay tuned boys and girls because if Aunt Ing has to endure another drive in like Friday morning - there will be film at 11... Crazy lady on roof of SUV with gun screaming about idiots and bad drivers and the point of a red light. Film at 11
Won't that be fun?
When did you get a gun? :-)
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