So... Today is Sunday... I lost Saturday in a mish-mash of my own stupidity and a busy day - oh and toss in an unexpected Mum-in-law visit and we've got soup!
Here is the story... Friday please ask me why I wasted the gas.. and the makeup. NO one is in, then the boss wanders in and I say - screw it, make a nail appointment, make a hair appointment for next week (washing that unmentionable color right out of my hair) and tell the boss - see ya Monday - what's he going to do fire me?
Off to the nail place, got my toes done, candy pink and fun, got the finger nails done, Rainbow appropriate muted pink, plus it was better for interviews I think than that funky purple color I had, plus we had some chips in the paint - not working for me. Got the eyebrows done and 2 hours and a bit later we headed home.
Bubba called and reminded me that we had a lodge thing to do that night, no biggie in my world, he was home at 7 we were out the door at 7:20 and were having meat free Chinese by 8:15. Not that Bubba remembered - we're in Lent and we're almost Catholics if this is one thing I can remember then I will do that... after all we all know I'm going to be getting a great tan in the afterlife...
ANYWAY... we get home, veg out - phone rings... of course Bubba is cranky but it ain't my side this time... his father has had a minor heart attack, he's all right and will be transferring to a semi-local hospital Saturday for tests and checks and all that awful medical stuff they do to people. Saturday plans for Bubba have now changed.
He gets up, finds the hospital, calls for directions and heads out the door before. I get up, dressed, ran a quick errand then headed to my lunch date with my friend... and in what I can only term the mother of all brain farts - I headed down the wrong street, got myself all turned around GPS on the phone had me more lost than I was... so finally I pulled over, I got the RIGHT addressed smacked myself in the head a few times to get the last remaining working brain cell to fire, turned around got on the right track and hit --- utility work closing 2 of 3 lanes. I paid in full for all the nasty words I said sitting there. I got there - finally - we had a GREAT lunch caught up - enjoyed our yearly drool fest from Canada!! and parted ways with a drop off and off you go...
Then went home, cleaned up, did a quick load of laundry including sheets, and my dress for Saturday night and got that all done. Bubba came home, sat around and left when I did to go back and spend the evening with his father. (He'd been there all day - please don't ask me why with gas at $3.50 a gallon he drove home and back again for no good reason --- but he did)
I went to my ladies' group installation, in a clean pressed dress, all went well until I was the last one there with the new president because she sucked the girls into being the kitchen help - and i didn't warn them... and I wanted to make sure things were done. So there I was newly cleaned and pressed white dress pouring out the coffee pot and dealing with coffee grinds. Frankly I think that should count in the good column - I'm working on the football words.
I still managed to beat Bubba home, chilled out, he came home, warned me that the mum-in-law would be arriving early and said we should go to bed... its an exciting life we lead isn't it? Sunday morning Shelby won't take No for an answer and remembering the mornings I didn't listen I was up - sort of moving and enjoying a few minutes of peace. Which turned into an hour - and low and behold did Mum-in-law arrive with me still in sweatpants and PJ's. No biggie, quick change, cups of tea and Bubba in the shower. He comes down, I make him eat breakfast, and off they go - I get dog sitting duty and am happy for it!!! Of course I also doggie yard clean up so you take the good and the bad. I did that, made iced tea, made some bar cookies from the mix I bought, cleaned my kitchen, cleaned out the fridge, ran the dishwasher from all the plastic wear I had holding munchie party left overs that were beginning to age... grabbed some lunch, did a couple of loads of laundry went to deal with banking and bills only to discover... password problem with the on line bank - its Sunday I'm screwed. I will deal with that Monday but not before the wrath of anal retentive Bubba will bluster and blow and be cranky all over... deal with it pumpkin its Sunday - banks don't do Sunday.
Now we have to deal with finace guy, I've got to go put on pants and we'll talk later - like why won't a son take a freaking day off of work to be with his parents during a major medical procedure and so your flipped out Mother doesn't have to drive to DC alone? Really! I said I would take the day off and take her - because I was raised right. Family first Bubba even if they annoy the living snot out of you.
More peeves to pet later.... Aunt Ing
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