Impatience...

Yes the last time I posted was Wednesday, and yes due to weather I worked from home yesterday and yes I worked all day today -- but no I didn't post here. Forgive me I've got an audit next week and faced some deadlines... so with that out of the way.. the slog home, dogs fed, new dog sitter tended and me and Bubba fed... we can chat.

And let's chat shall we? I'm sure we all remember Monday - the pranging upon my brain of the time worked - it wasn't that long ago... ANY way, Bubba (aka boy wonder) calls me on his way home tonight - the time? 6:30 PM. Then he announces he's going for a massage - so that should put him home - 8-8:30. Actual arrive time: 8:26 (I was in the kitchen).

Now during the phone conversation - I am trying very hard to be cool - mostly saying nothing as the snide and snarky comments were dancing across my internal tongue filter begging to be set free... but no! No boys and girls I did not unleash the filter - it remained firmly in place - he ranted and raved as I calmly pointed out (again) that I had not mentioned his arrival time home since our "discussion" Monday. And I haven't - really - no seriously I mean it!!

He's STILL harping that I'm nagging him about his arrival time home - and I honestly hadn't said a word.. oh sure the tone might have been annoyed but the words were happiness. Frankly it's the line "what do I need to be home for" is the one that really might just pop the filter one day... that won't be pretty but I digress.

Once again the magic fairies have found my kitchen, it's clean, the dishes from "dinner" will be placed in the kitchen magic box Bubba doesn't know how to work (versus the magic boxes in the laundry room - he doesn't know how to work) and tomorrow - well tomorrow is total bliss.

Except for the fact that I have to get up early - I mean when are those teleporter machines going to be invented? Isn't there some geek at MIT or something working on this? It would be so nice to sleep in until 10, do breakfast pop to the location I want to go, do what I want, pop home to love the pups, pop back - you get the idea... and I've wandered again haven't I? Give me a break - it's been a long week.

Sooo - getting back to tomorrow. It's with the neighbors, a wine festival with hot air balloons, and then to a friend's house to play Power Grid - the game that has my neighbor hooked and my husband in numbers bliss. My plan is to drink - and drink more and eat and pass out on the way home. Oh - yeah and call my brother on his birthday with a snoot full... I just have to remember to keep it clean for the nieces... I really have to start working with those two - "Hey E - tell your Dad... Z - do it like this... " hee hee hee problem is I have to be there to enjoy it. Not really the phone calls would be pretty funny too... after all what are Aunties for? And Big sisters are the worse. :-)

Talked to the Dad-ster tonight - funny boy gets on the phone - Mom insisted as proof that he was still alike and kicking... hey Ma - no worries I figure the old boy will haunt one of us if he goes before time - what do you think keeps Bubba breathing regular? And I just wandered again didn't I - really have to stop that... I scare people when they see those dark and twisty places in my brain - heck I forget they are there... then Bubba calls - and they see the light of day - or at least the flashlight of potential and possible.

ANY way... Pap gets all the phone all wispy and tired, save it old man I know Nana - you've been eating good. I'm half tempted some days to have another body part taken out just so Nana will tend to me for a few days - then I remember the rest of that story - and that fades fast.

One last tale I've got a luncheon on Sunday - I wasn't paying attention to the dates - but I've sent in my money and I'm going... I paid for Bubba under the foolish thought that he would forgo one football game to escort his wife - it is Cleveland after all - but NO - he doesn't want to go - and frankly I'm not going to force the issue. I'll have a better time alone. I usually do at these functions. But everyone will ask me where he is... instead of saying working as most everyone knows he's a temp - because "I've got a big mouth" I've decided to go with "something came up he's got to tend to." We'll just leave off that it was Football and hot wings. Plus if I'm lucky I will get to take his dinner home and have it for lunch on Monday... I doubt it - but we'll see.

All right - now hang tight as I'm betting there won't be a post for Saturday but I should be able to make time Sunday... stay tuned.