Grumble grumble -
Ahem.
Bubba called about 5:00 PM - he and boys were done drinking - mainly because he has to get up Saturday morning and go shooting with a buddy. Bonus - he's not hungry. No bonus - I want dinner. So I spent a hour finishing up the 5:00 PM arrival - start home, stop off and get some good cheap wine (I love VA for that) and bop on home - I mean an hour door to door with a STOP! Unheard of! I was a happy camper.
Bubba was up early this morning and gone - I was up early and almost moving. I did make myself grits with an egg this morning - I had a lot of running to do. First I loaded up the car with all the Ladies group stuff and Girl's group stuff I've been housing. Met up with the other lady for swapping of stuff - loading of stuff and general moving on. That took all of 15 minutes and done.
Next I was off to as my sister puts it to the "the evil empire" aka 'the Mart' aka Wal-Mart. I needed party supplies. I shopped and bought and got out of there without too much fuss.
Then off to the grocery store for the rest of the list. Shopped got what I needed, remembered in the midst of all this meat - I had a vegetarian coming, so veggie burgers for her... got everything else. Loaded up and headed home.
Got home and unload.
I have 9/10's of everything ready and the only reason I don't have all the prep work done is because I've run out of fridge space for another large bowl. I was doing so well, radio up dancing with the 80's getting stuff done at my own happy pace... life was good.
The 'he' gets home 3 hours before he said he would. And let the neuritic son of J comes flaming out in all his glory.... "this place is a mess!" (please note I'm still in the middle of prep work so yes the kitchen is a bit - messy) "look at all this stuff down here!! (I won't mention walls and seeing through them.. later when I went to see "all that" it was 2 books and a sheet of paper) Really.
AND the every popular "you leave stuff everywhere look at the stairs" In which I had stacked stuff to go upstairs with me, to be put in it's proper place when I went that direction.... I could leave anything but money on those stairs until the day I die and he wouldn't move them. Money he's scoop up in a heart beat. Today it becomes an issue - because we're having people over.
I would LOVE to find a physcotherapist or something to watch him when he gets like this and tell me what the F triggers this? I blame his mother. Of course why not? But here is my actual logical reason - Bubba Mama is a VERY neat person - she likes her home just so - my pups are not welcome in her home - she had to have been this way all her life... I figure if/when she was forced to have people in her home - she must have been hell on wheels. Everything had to be just so and heaven forbid a family member or small child screw with her neatness. And I get to pay the price 40 years later -- if you come to my house and are offended by things not exactly as they should be... perhaps a nice card would be better from you. Hum?
You'll eat off of clean dishes and sleep on clean sheets but don't expect every book and random sheet of paper to have a proper home. Heck don't expect every dish to be tucked away - there are days it just doesn't happen ya' feel me?
So we're having the "Bubba is out of work and let's eat picnic" - tomorrow because he did have to go shooting today. YESTERDAY he says "I'm not happy we're missing the Steeler game for this."
I just couldn't hold back the THIS WAS YOUR IDEA - statement - and I did toss in a "we talked about this" just for good measure. So - suck it up - cheer on the Cleveland Browns to beat the Ravens and watch the highlights on Sportscenter. Deal with it Bubba - we all do.
Check back late tomorrow for all the details on "Bubba and Company" gasket blowing number 65987, and how it all went off with out a relative hitch. Plus we'll preview the vacation with a minimum of packing! Enjoy your Saturday night!
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