A tale of two sundays...

Or I a tale of two Bubba's. First he announced that he wanted a bagel from the good bagel place, asks me what I want. Groovy, I get moving come downstairs and he's on the computer, doing my parent's taxes. "Just a minute" I get... right. So putz around, gather up the laundry, putz, then finally he announces, hey it's almost lunch time - wanna go out?

So yeah sure Ok fine, we finally make a decision enjoy breakfast/lunch, decide that we'll make a run to the home depot I wanted some new "decorative" shelves for my bedroom. Now Mr. Cranky-pants makes our first minor appearance as he was grumping about "books all over the place." Sigh... decorative you idiot - you don't put books on those... So I found something I liked, different not terribly expensive it's all good.

Now Bubba says he's got to look for 'something' heaven help me - yeah we're in the Home Depot but I didn't marry Mr. Handy or even Mr. tool guy... so I worry when he says he as to find something... since this is post breakfast and I've got the bladder of a nervous squirrel I had to find the rest room, came back to find Bubba talking to some guy about Pittsburgh sports (Bubba was as usual wearing a Steeler's shirt) so when we finally got done swapping stories about the glory days and last year we parted company and Bubba then informed me that he hadn't found his something... he found it... screws of something for god-knows... then he decides we can look at Washing Machines. (remember mine has a large load problem - it leaks) Now I said I didn't want brand X because that was the brand of my dishwasher and it wasn't great.

Well - doesn't idiot cranky pants come all out and up in front of sales people and people just shopping as I was "bitching" about my dishwasher. He asks crankily, "does it work", yeah as long as you use one specific type of soap and don't overload it and make sure you clean off the dishes well before you run it - works great. But has he's all cranky and fit-pitching I just said, "yes it works with that one kind of soap."

But it works? he grumps loudly

I look around smiling like he's an idiot, "yes dear it works, can we let it go?"... but OH no we're in full 5-year-old pitch-fit mode and frankly I wasn't going to stand there in front of strangers while he has his little tantrum because I said my dishwasher wasn't the greatest so I wasn't interested in getting a washing machine from the same company. I, personally, didn't consider it "bitching" I considered this I have brand X and I don't like it - therefore Brand X in another appliance wasn't something I wanted to explore - where is this bitching?

Now as his voice, body language and general demeanor got more and more like a 3 year old in full tantrum I walked about. I was very embarrassed, what adult acts like this? If you're mad at me then don't stand in the middle of a hardware store yelling at me about some stupid dishwasher and my statement to the face it ain't a great one. I just didn't get it! I mean really.

So we buy our shelves and we leave, now instead of going to the bookstore we head home, because "I ruined a lovely afternoon". Right... I'm the one who is just (and still) having a fit. I walked away - did you let it go? Get the hint? Quit talking? Do anything to stop making a bigger ass of yourself? The answer is no.

On the up side - we went home... Bubba thinks it a nice afternoon to go to the bookstore and read magazines for the better part of two hours. Seriously. He takes ME to a bookstore, grumps when I want to make a purchase (to such a point I don't anymore) and I sit there reading a book, and smelling coffee. I can be home, with my own mug that I know is clean and not handled by the local piercing parlor ad board, with my puppies, happy comfortable and reading the story I started.

I have learned that if I go find a copy of the book I'm reading I can figure out where I left off and keep going... then I note the page when we head home... but my point is.. the bookstore to sit and read is NOT my idea of a great time. I can do that in comfy pants at home with my dogs unlocked and happy. So the fact that "I ruined" the afternoon really didn't hurt my feelings all that much...

So, home, he hung my shelves and went on to wash the dogs, watch hockey, eat dinner and go to bed.

I "helped" him with those shelves, finished the laundry, started the dog laundry, cooked dinner, unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher, put the leftovers away and started to clip the dog's nails. OH yeah and I watched hockey, and then fell into bed. Yeah I'm such a lazy cuss.

Today is Monday - traffic in was a nightmare, the day has been one fight after another, a series of girl's calling about tonight's meeting - which has now been canceled. I'm going home, cooking dinner finishing doggie blankets and doggie nails, Bubba will come home, eat and sleep.

I am so coming back as a man in my next life-- or maybe I'll just haunt Bubba. :-)

But remember - dinner is planned, and already shopped for!! Which is nice.