And I was handed one - and aren't I happy? Bubba gone for a bit while I tend to things that need to be done. And don't you know as I do things my way and he his - it works better when the two don't exist in the same time-space continuum.
What does all this mean? Bubba is out getting his car checked for smog, and probably will swing by and get his hair cut. I am then home alone to finish Christmas-ing up my house, and getting ready for the invasion of the Rainbow girls. Tonight.
And speaking of gifts the one Rainbow girl who I am temped to drug - will not be in attendance tonight. Bonus round! She's cute, she's excited and she's WAY to chatty, bouncy and has a problem with listening.
So as I bask in the glow of time alone I sit and blog about it... getting nothing else done. LOL But I just had to share the happiness of fates aligning so I can do my thing without Cranky pants all up in my business.
Speaking of business... I was on the phone, and of course Bubba is standing in the garage door shouting "boo boo!!!" Now one would think after the first 4 times you yell and I don't answer there is some reason why I am not.... but NO "we" yell again with cranky pants voice. At this point I keep talking and walking upstairs find out what is so freaking life and death to discover.... he needs grocery bags to clean up doggy mess. Dude - do you have a clue where they might be? WHY would you stand there for 10 minutes shouting for me when in 2 you could have walked across the floor, gotten what you needed from the closet and been on about your business?
AND - why do you have to turn it into some snit about "why don't you get someone who can do the job" rant while I'm trying to get greedy PNC Bank to cough back $6 they charged me for an addition mistake in my deposit - first time in 2 flipping year even. I frowned at him, handed him the bags and went back to what I was doing. I mean what other man on God's green earth is that so freaking helpless?? (besides his father - but that is so his mother won't have to clean up a 'mess'-- and I'm wandering again)
But I don't get the cranky! If it were me I'd yell once, get no response and move on to what I needed - IT IS EASIER THAN STANDING THERE SHOUTING AT NOTHING. But of course Bubba has yet to learn this lesson, as we demonstrate time and time again with him wanting to convey information while I stand in front of a running washing machine and dryer. Apparently he skipped the day they taught noise and sound waves in science class... or he thinks the magic fairies simply carry his oh-so-important words from his lips to dance upon my ears... think again Bubba. As the devil on my shoulder likes to play racket ball with your fairies.
And this started as such a happy little post didn't it?
Tend to you and yours...
Oh - Puppy update, Violet has her surgery yesterday, all went well except the doc put a real crimp in the time schedule. She's fine and he said that it was probably a good thing we did it now as the tumor on her spleen was the size of a handball and had it burst we would have had a real mess (on the inside). She's home, eating and all the other things dogs do regularly. I suspect she will sleep most of the day - as that is what she does usually - and she will bask in the glow of loving hands all night long.
Shelby is Shelby and she's happy-go-lucky as they come.
Off to deck the halls and not the husband.... fa la la la...
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