Let's start with Friday - uneventful. Work's big accomplishment was lunch, we went to an Indian buffet. It was good, I enjoyed it all afternoon as I am want to do with Indian food. Bubba managed to get home before midnight and picked up a pizza, heck I went all out and made a salad to go with the veggies on our pizza. I know!!
Saturday was errand Saturday - we dropped off his car for an oil change - after Bubba had his massage. Then went to the lodge and dealt with a small detail there, I dropped off the dry cleaning, went found the engraving place THEN we found a place for lunch. eh - we saw diner took a chance and were not impressed, it was a sandwich place without anything to write home about. Then we went home, Bubba was on the computer, I cleaned the kitchen, started laundry and then hotted up left overs before we went over to the neighbors for another round of power grid. I think they are finding their semi-empty nest a worrisome thing... it was still a good night. Bubba actually lost two games! I got close but alas - enjoyed the social more than the anything else. Oh sure I want to win... but it wasn't in the cards that night.
We slept in sunday - at least Bubba did - Shelby permitted me those few extra minutes of nap time... we then went and had some lunch/breakfast then went (insert painful music here) washing machine shopping. Now before we left Bubba was on the computer again, looking at ratings etc... he had printouts, Sunday circulars, we were ready. You'd think with all that in hand we'd have a good idea of what we wanted. nope. We go to store one, new chain to the area, they talk to us, the salesman takes his time, explains my options, what the various buttons means so there was quite the education right there. We take his card and make our way to store #2, which I hate, it's loud the salespeople are either non-existent, greasy and tattooed or just clueless. Now I will say at the Buy-More of Blue appliance center didn't meet all these standards, we found the one washer "we" agreed on, Bubba in his way wrote down model number, price and semi-visible salesperson's name and away we went.
Now before I blame Bubba on the washer decision, I learned a lot at store #1 and we discussed space to fit said washer in current space. If we went taller than X my shelf would have to move, and it he raised it up it was useless to me - as I would not longer be able to reach it. SO with that bit of data we limited ourselves to a more modest less "HAL" type washer.
Nana has HAL the washing machine. It was named after 2 tries got it into my parents basement, my father got a good look at it - and he carefully made his way back up the stairs vowing never to return to the basement. Then he called me. He detailed the fact that the washing machine had indeed told him, that if it was unhappy with the soap, his underwear would be confetti. I do believe the doctors have adjusted Dad's meds since that day - but based upon what I saw yesterday - I don't think he he had help in terms of the good pharmaceuticals.
I saw the appliance my mum-in-law purchased - again they failed to meet the height requirement not to mention the budget busting price and it was the learned opinion of both Bubba the researcher and both knowledgeable sales people that particular brand has put more money into marketing and their spokes person than anything to make the machines do their jobs well. We moved on to store #4. Apparently Bubba and I had a sign around our necks that was flashing (good credit score) because we had more help than we wanted, when we pointed out that their price for the same washer was $200 more than Stores 1 and 2 they happily took 15 minutes of my life to search that out and discover - why yes the number we quoted wasn't fiction. Thank you very much. THEN they tried to convince me that more of my money should be spent on this extended warranty mess - that if there was something wrong I'd have to deal with the manufacturer. You - pumpkin are going to work with me IF I buy this mess? Really. I'll take my chances with the manufacturer. Nice try.
So Bubba a new lower number, called Guy at store #1, as we both would much rather deal with him than the "folks" at store #4. Since he got voice mail - we went to Store #5. No boys and girls I am not kidding. At Store #5 they didn't carry the brand we've been looking at - I was brain dead and ready to be done with this - so thankfully we walked out and went home. Bubba back on the computer... me with my nose in a book to tune out the world - oh and love the pups.
Finally I made dinner - pre-cooked beef (i.e. I had cooked it before) and a soup kit mix, earlier in the day we got a loaf a good bread and that was dinner. Hey I had to doctor it, watch and dump the dishes in the sink, give me some credit. ;-)
Finally I leave this thought of the following transaction of this morning. Bubba has become his own freight train at night, between him and my several nightly runs to the potty I'm not sleeping well. The best sleep I've been getting lately is the 60-90 minutes I steal while Bubba is showering and leaving. Only this morning he found it necessary to screech at me, and when I got unhappy about being awakened in such a manner - Bubba gets mad and makes it out that I am the problem. huh? I'm sleeping, I have an alarm set so I don't wake up at 10:30 - not that I would be missed - but still--- I don't need you darling husband to stand next to our bed and screech like a 12 year old girl and laugh when I jump thinking something was being murdered.... I was premature in that thought... Bubba. Terribly sorry honey - didn't see you there at 3 AM -- when I was up --- did those crashing cymbals wake you up? Total accident I swear! And it isn't funny - really? I thought it was hilarious.
Doesn't everyone have a set of cymbals under their bed for just such emergencies?
Ok Maybe it is just me...
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