Let's start with our drive in... There is a road that is HOV 2 until 9AM, I can usually time it to hit that road at 9AM. Some days its 8:59 8:58 I don't get very excited about that time... until today. I pulled onto the ramp just as the Radio station starts the traffic report (on the 8's) so I knew I was a few minutes early. Generally not a big deal... until this morning...
Now let me insert that this road is watched DAILY by the VA State Police to catch people driving in alone (HOV 2) means that you must have 2 people in the car to use this road from 6:30 AM until 9:00AM... If it's 8:45 I keep going to the road with all the lights and live with it.
This morning - they were enforcing 9:00AM no fooling as I pulled off the ramp onto the road, I saw the State Police pulling people over at 8:58 AM... I quickly got back on the ramp and exited... I did not want a $500 ticket for 2 freaking minutes. So tack on another 5 to get back on the beltway... and then to the office. Now to those of you whiners who state 8:58 is not 9:00 you're right in a technical sort of way - but seriously? Now I will say I do not get on this road at 4:02 - but have gotten on at 3:58... so I guess I have successfully argued against my own point haven't I? The point I was trying to make was the gods were with me as I could successfully exit prior to Mr. Lawman catching me cheating the HOV restriction by 120 seconds.
One must not look a gift horse in the mouth... and WON'T do that again...
Second tale is from Sunday with all the fit-pitching that occurred I forgot about the phone call from Mom... Bubba's Mom. Now I didn't talk to her, she talked to her son, and from his end of the conversation, which consisted of grunts and the occasional 'uh huh' she apparently was giving him an earful. Not sure of what... next time I will lean closer and try not to make it obvious. ;-)
I do know that Bubba dodged us around the birthday celebration of Baby J, he didn't find it funny that I pointed out as I was traveling this weekend - he COULD go home and enjoy. (That was met with the look are you kidding face my family alone... get real )
There apparently was some discussion about the niece and her 'situation' living with baby daddy with bun in oven and Baby J in residence. I did get an acknowledgement of gift received - and a promise that thank yous were on the way... right... not that I'm all that worried about it. I did hear my mum-in-law state that she was willing to 'help' out with the new baby IF the niece was back in school, but she wasn't doing it a lot and not for her to go out and have a good time... (she's already done that one... ) saucer of milk table one.
We'll file that under the "Yeah right" or "I'll believe when I see it" folder. (meow) Bubba as usual was tight lipped when I inquired, "How are things at home" "fine" -- he's so chatty when I don't want him to be and when I want him to talk I get the back of head or the top of it from across the table as he eating... ah - 20 years of martial bliss.
You see boys and girls this is why I and generally women have outside interests... if we had to rely on our spousal units for any kind of conversation or commentary on life in general we'd be sorely lacking. I also know that Bubba doesn't like talking to me about his family because well I talk to my family about them... well duh - female.. it's how we work.
Heck if you were to record the conversation between my husband and his family add some clicks and you've got some African tribal dialect. (i.e. grunts and clicks.. get it? oh never mind)
My mom did suggest last night that the reason for Sunday's fits in the hardware store may have had a direct relationship to the phone conversation with his Mom just prior to the shopping and my ill-advised comment regarding my dishwasher... who knows. But she could have a point, I usually on the lookout for Cranky Bubba prior to or just following a family visit - but I didn't realize I know have to spread the alert egg shells with phone calls too... cripes those chickens better get laying... well maybe not he only calls home about once a month or so... still we'll keep that notation of a possible raising of family-alert-status. ;-)
Well enough for a crazy Tuesday - work is nuts, code jockeys have apparently had some kind of process lobotomy... we're fighting among ourselves and still sticking our tongues out at our customer... Life is too short for this kind of foolishness... where the heck can I get a power ball ticket... and it better be a winner.
Signed - tired of working for a living.
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