And with Bubba working it is really a holiday... mostly. Oh sure he left a list of things HE wanted done - some he mentioned yesterday when I was home but didn't do... like clean up the backyard.. I did get that done first thing, mostly because the weather has threatened to go yucky and it really needed it. So that was done and done, grabbed a quick breakfast which by the time I rolled out of bed and dealt with the back yard was closer to Brunch. Any way... settled in, then there was a phone call from Bubba -- Bubba Sr was stopping by apparently I forgot a Christmas present at my sister in-law's so he was bringing it by. Am I over thinking that a phone call would have been nice to simply say, hey you forgot this I'll send it home with Dad the next time he comes up? I would have. Of course I forgot all about it anyway... whatever.
And in the time it took me to type that sentence, was all the longer Bubba Sr was here. He was in, loved pups used the rest room, quick chat and after offer of coffee, tea or lunch he headed out the door. Um OK was it something I said? I did bathe this morning, I even washed my hands after I cleaned up the back yard - the kitchen was clean...
But that is Bubba Sr, if Bubba ain't home, he don't stay. Fine.
On the up side with Bubba Sr warning I got off my duff and cleaned up my kitchen, so that was done. I have baked a cake for Bubba's birthday, it's Wednesday but we'll have it tonight, it is easing back a guilty conscience as I will be in VA Beach on Wednesday night for work. Another in the world wind trips of Aunt Ing, Afternoon and morning meetings spread over 2 days with a night away from home. This bazaar methodology is to accommodate a manager. RHIP Rank certainly does have it's privileges, but hey I get a night away from home - on Bubba's birthday. But he's already said he will be working late so why the heck do I feel guilty? Sitting home alone at night is something I'm good at.
I have to comment that yesterday I was a lazy bit of goods and it felt good, went to nail salon, got the nails, toes and eyebrows done, went to the Mart for some needed supplies then came home and was a blob. It felt good. Then Bubba calls - it's 5 PM and he hasn't eaten today? WHAT? Who does that? Who can do that and not have a screaming headache - not to mention the fact that my Bubba is the biggest pain in the backside when he hasn't eaten so I can just imagine what a butthead he might have been to those poor people.
So I cooked dinner early, after I finally got him off the flipping phone... yak yak yak... bla bla bla... yeesh. Pop goes the Zen. I had to cancel our dinner reservations to the nice fish place Bubba likes because he was working that was his birthday dinner, instead he got yinzer cooking, sausage, perogies and cabbage. He loved it - or he was so hungry he would have eaten just about anything. Whatever.
Then we spent the night watching the upper right hand corner of the screen while he flipped through menu after menu, switch channels, commerical, football, back to some really AWFUL 70's kung fu movie and then back to football where obviously something dramatic happened but we'll never know because we were busy watching (insert bad fight noise here) WHA (hack/ slash) EEA (smack hit) WHAAAAA (kick groan)...
After 15 minutes of listening to that mess it wasn't any wonder I didn't go 70's kung fu all over Bubba. Yeesh who can watch that crap?
But I'm the bad guy because golly I'd like to watch the entire screen - not just the upper right hand corner that is no bigger than a sheet of paper. Forgive me. (sarcasm here boys and girls)
And lastly for today... Bubba brings home this sheet of paper and wants me to reconcile his hours to his paychecks... since October. The print out writing is so freaking tiny I should get a magnifying glass to see it better - and WHY on g-d's green earth do I have to do this? Aren't you checking things when you get them butthead? What are you going to do if there is a problem is October? Too late now -don't you think? I'm sorry you don't have the day off - I do - deal with it and I don't need you making BS busy work! I have plenty to keep me busy and when I don't I STILL don't need you bringing home more crap. Seriously.
I did make the attempt just to ward off Captain Cranky Pants but the password he has written down in our cheat sheet notebook doesn't work... I called he didn't answer I left a message and no response....
OK 10 minutes later (Had to let dogs in out - out in bark bark) he did call to grump and asked if I had tried it. Um no butthead I called and told you there was a problem for the sheer joy of hearing you mumble into the phone. Really? So I hang onto the phone while he ponders heavens knows what... he comes with did you check the red book? Really Bubba - grabbing at straws aren't you? Would you not think I would look in our super secret book first? Now he's going to try... ooo please do. (Insert heavy sigh here)
Well I've got to sign off to go ice his cake... yeah I'd like to ice his.. well never mind. Dark and twisty place you know. ;-)
Oh yeah - GO STEELERS. :-)
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