Yesterday work wise was quiet - I got things done - I was in the office. Catholic guilt had to go in no weather excuse. The boss is busy with the financial folks and their audit so that is a good thing. Today has pretty much been the same thing work wise.
Things started well into my evening. First things were groovy - I had a massage and it was very nice. I was mellow-jello, and life was feeling groovy. Then of course Bubba called and pop went then Zen. For some unknown reason Bubba was in a mood... I don't know why nor do I care he has a problem separating ticked off at work and ticked off at family members. He said earlier in the day he'd be leaving about 6:30 PM I counted about 7:15. I had dinner ready at 8:00 PM, he arrives home at 8:45 Pm - AND he was ticked I had already eaten dinner. Seriously.
I mean think about this Bubba Pumpkin - I have enough 4AM revisits of dinner, eating as late as we do - but waiting until quarter to freaking 9 PM at night even is just asking for trouble. You can't bother to get home at a decent hour (insert lengthy cranky discussion of CPA working hours-- bla bla bla) then I'm going to eat dinner so I don't have to go searching for Tums at previous stated 4 AM. Kiss - my- grits.
I called the parental units and we chatted about nothing of major importance, then I asked the question - going to Kevin's for the niece's birthday party? Dad was very quiet - he stated he was unsure if an invitation was issued. Rut-row.... so after a few minutes of dissecting calls, issues the last time son and said parental units have spoken... I figured I just lobster'ed my brother - (i.e. dumped him in the hot water) - but after a nebby phone call this morning - nope. He's cucumber cool. Ah well. ;-) The immaculate son again bounces out of the jagger bush, unscratched. (insert bad word here - you know something about my brother's parental martial status)
Tonight I'm going to a meeting in DC, which means I had to goad (i.e. nag and nag) at Bubba to discover the joys of getting home before bedtime to tend to our furry children. (Feed the dogs and let them out to pee!) He got cranky - and for those you playing the Bubba mood home game you win! It's not that hard there are two options - cranky or happy. And we all know if there is an action that requires Bubba to do something he considers "my job" he gets ---- cranky! And for those of you still confused on the rules - they are so easy - Bubba's job is his job (i.e. paycheck) and what he wants to do when he wants to do it. Everything else is "my job"
If winning the mega millions was that freaking easy we'd all be a millionaires by now.
OK enough for today... I'm back to working on the busy work then back home to Mr. Happy and then the truck goes into the shop as the exhaust system has taken on the volume of a teenage low rider with extra bass pumping out the windows. Bonus tomorrow - we're working from home. That is something to look forward to....
Stay warm.
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