And today is?

Checking calendar - oh yes Thursday. Can't give Aunt Ing too many days off - it confuses her. Ok Today is Thursday yesterday was Wednesday. Wednesday was a good day except for how it started.... Again up early with Bubba - that boy is just entirely WAY to freaking happy in the morning and chatty - cripes shut the pie hole already.

Anyway... off he goes to take his car to the mechanic (no not kidding) his new breaks were squeaking... I'm up dressed, glasses and hair is up. I get 3/4 of the way there... and the phone rings and I hear-- "Boo-Boo - listen my breaks aren't squeaking so I decided to bag it where are you - oh there you are."

I was facing him and I knew in the logical part of my brain that if I did indeed hit the gas and smashed his car I would also be crinkling mine - and well I am older and I do have more insurance - hitting your husband's baby is not a good way to make friends and influence your husband for his stupidity. Instead I smiled or something close to it turned right and headed back home... I didn't even stop at the doughnut shop - it was a mood thing and I wasn't in the mood. I know! did you feel the same disturbance in the force that I did Wednesday morning? Aunt Ing turning down sugar!

Got home, thought long and hard about going back to sleep - didn't do it, got showered dressed, slapped some peanut butter on some toast and logged on from home. Oh sure I could have driven into work but at that point I wasn't up for the effort. I did enjoy a very productive day... I filled out 4 - count them 4 matrices for new jobs - oh I got smart about it and started to copy/paste and edit more and more so heaven help me if anyone reads more than one of these at the time - outside the HR folks.

I stupidly went to the store late, got stuff for Mexican food night at the Italian/German house welcome to America! I say stupidly because me and the after work crowd was there and well who wants to deal with all that? i get home tend to issues, the neighbor comes over with the mail I forgot to pick up, we chat we make plans for New Years Eve it's all good.... until (you KNEW this was coming) Bubba calls.

I discuss dinner plans - of course he is not pleased with selections made so I tell him to go to the store. HE grumps I said I would go - not he would go. He did. Now I waited until he got home to start cooking - unusual for me but I did. And what did Captain Cranky Pants say to me? "I thought you'd be further along with the cooking by now." Kiss my southern grits - it wasn't ready when your royal fanny walked in the door?!? Oh you poor thing - what's next peeled grapes fed to you??? You better know how to dislodge that grape when I cram it down... ahem. Dark and Twisty place again ... not good. cleansing breathe... and it's all good.

Dinner was enjoyed, hockey game was not. A great deal of the discussion of the weather in Pittsburgh PA 1/1/11. Who in their right mind could have predicted 50 degrees and rain? Should make some interesting hockey...

Speaking of hockey... let's enjoy this story shall we? Got a call from Dear-old-Dad last night. Watching the news as they are want to do and hear a story of counterfeit winter classic hockey jerseys being held and confiscated by the US Postal Service and the buying and selling thereof is considered a felony. The funny part of this story... go back to Christmas Eve and the cornucopia of gift giving... Bubba gets a piece of paper from my sister and her husband. HIS Winter Classic Sidney Crosby "authentic" jersey is being held in customs... read that again let it sink in....

Now Dad wanted to call the post office and turn in his son-in-law I had more devious plans in mind. Call my sister tell her and laugh like hell - and when dear Sister put 2 plus 2 together my brother-in-law would probably wish he WAS in jail - more peace and quiet there.

Now I was a bit disappointed as Sister-Dear did not find the story nearly as funny as I did... she didn't get the reference either about if you're going to buy mechanise off a back of a truck make sure to use OUR family connections and not to rely on outside contractors! Did the Sopranos teach you nothing? But then Sister remembers that her darling husband paid some buddy of his who ordered these shirts... so again outside contractors... keep it in the family pumpkin then you have methods to deal with folks who don't deliver the merchandise as promised. ;-)

Oh I can just imagine what the conversation was when I hung up the phone ... really need to get those bugs in the house. hee hee hee.

Oh and in a fit of I don't know what went out to NHL.com to order Bubba another shirt... if you ain't a small you ain't getting one... might wanna let those counterfeit ones through boys... Now I have to come up with another birthday present. Dandy just freaking dandy...

Back to listening to the sounds of silence in the office... there are 2 other people here from my project-- snore.