I say that because... I screwed with the schedule - and I expected a certain level of cooperation which - good heavens what was I thinking? Let me set the mood for you shall I? (cue the dreaming music and the wavy lines)
Saturday morning began - with Bubba's alarm as he had a massage scheduled for that morning. I of course am awake because when Bubba is up - everyone is up and Shelby won't take no for an answer. So up, out, in, breakfast I wrap a gift, back upstairs, he leaves I take 30 minutes for ME and then I'm showered and ready to face the day.
I do some upstairs chores, come downstairs and call the hairdresser see if i can get in this week... "cancellation at 12 noon can you come then?" (Current time 10:55) You betcha!! SO!!! Rush rush rush, grab some caffeine some breakfast and make a list for Bubba - there was my first mistake.
Take of the girls, rush out the door, call Bubba (mistake #2) He is off getting his car washed instead of coming home from said massage. Groovy I tell him change in plans I can get my hair done and I'm going - I left a list at home if you could do a few errands. That jolt you felt about 11:45 EST that was Bubba. (mistake #3)
And off he went, I begin to describe dealing with something we had discussed and I don't know what you're talking about I expected we would do this together... on and on ... toss in a few not nice words about the level of my intelligence and we've got a party. So I tell Mr. Cranky Pants to simmer down I will deal with it all so he doesn't have to be inconvenienced or troubled or bothered -- like the rest of his freaking life.
I go the hairdresser all churned up and really ticked off.
Zen in the world of women and hair. We chat, we share, I am feeling more relaxed. I head home - on schedule - I LOVE that salon. And of course Bubba isn't there. Do I sit and wait? Of course not I have 600 and 12 things to get done before we leave for PA... I make a lemon pound cake for our party tonight (going not hosting yeesh please!) Get that in the oven fully expecting his royal happiness to show up just then and announce we're going out to find X. But he doesn't so I go on, clean up the kitchen, unload and reload the dishwasher, wash all the dishes that don't go in there.. then - decide to tackle my ladies group deposit which I've been carting around for a week. I get that started he comes home... little is said. He has the tool and gift card we 'discussed' earlier. There was a discussion of the price, he bought it anyway and we moved on.
Right now he's upstairs bathing dogs, I am washing sheets, towels and now dog beds and blogging and since he's almost done with doggie #2 I best get back to Lady's group accounting.
Hey at least I have nice hair for the party... now what to wear... ;-)
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