And the in-laws strike again...and other idiocies

Last night the phone rings later in the evening past 9 PM and it's the Father-in-law (aka Bubba Sr.) He called "to find out how his interview went last night" Now my first thought was "who is this and why did you call yourself Bubba Sr?"

But like the good wife (don't go there) I passed the phone over and knew within 1 minute that the true purpose of the phone call was something else. Mom-in-law had a medical issue - they were at the ER, she's home, and on her way to another doctor but still come on... just ask to talk to your son and be done with it... yeesh.

Now on to issue number 2-- there is a co-worker of Bob's who apparently is getting married this August - there appeared on MY fridge a magnet that said "save this date" I had no clue who these people were... next it was a trip to New York area where he was asked to chip in $30 bucks, drive up there, buy a new air mattress (see previous post on THAT mess), and back home -- a mere 12 hours after being gone for a week at work!!!

NOW - we're on to the bachelor party IN MIAMI FLORIDA!! Are you freaking kidding me?? So now it's airfare, hotel, car, deep sea fishing and a night club - to which idiot man had the stones to say to me "I'll need club wear - what is that?" Excuse me? You're a married 40 plus year old man - you'll wear dockers and your wedding band if I have weld it to your hand... feeling me skippy?!??

For some reason I was -- screw that -- AM very put out by all this. He isn't your best friend from high school, this isn't the one guy at work you talk about - who is this guy and why can't he party local? There will be NO MORE comments on my trip with Mom in June and if there is - I will not be held responsible for my reaction. Period. Then he says its in mid-July - what else is in mid-July yes the anniversary of the date I graced this earth - just never you mind exactly how many years ago - it's just the day... besides most of you know that number already.

Lucky for Bubba he dodged a bullet and he'll be home in time to lavish me with gifts and things... which we all know isn't going to happen but if I make him feel poopy enough about this trip I should cop a nice gift. ;-) Greed thy name is Aunt Ing. And I like sparkly things - sue me.

And now I am on my way home - to thankfully a clean house, and will come up with something to feed is royal globe trotting highness - and dream up other ways to torture my husband for having idiotic friends-- who apparently make entirely too much money.

Tomorrow is work from home day - I think we all shall enjoy it - and I may take a long lunch. :-)