Such as it was, the usual, up, pups, nod off, up rushing, dentist appointment - all good Ma! Mosey into work, sit around, chat, apply for a job or 3 have a co-worker get in contact with a former working buddy - I have an interview next week!
I also coordinated cookie pickup for the girls, Thursday, coordinated the luggage pick up for Wednesday and still made dinner and made the meeting (without Bubba knowing it was a meeting) while he ate dinner and watched hockey.
Oh - and remember I don't get things done around here according to the man I married because I'm too busy doing "lodge crap". I will confess that the 2 groups I am involved in do and can suck up a great deal of time - but I like belonging and doing rather than sitting and being a hermit. But that is just me and that is just his shallow end of the gene pool.
I have to tell the story of last night - or early evening... they let out Bubba Sr. of the hospital about 4 pm. He called wanted to do dinner then head 2 hours south for the night - then deal with work, clothes and such then head north to PA for his "rest and relaxation" he won't get much of that until heads back south but that is just my nosey opinion. Ok fine, he calls his son who tells his beloved father than it will be the better part of 2 hours before he could possible get home, he had to finish (insert excuse here). Bubba Sr and Jr call me, Sr. asks to meet for dinner - I head out. You only get one set of parents Bubba you moron, tend to them. Of course I had to call Nana and give her the dish and to stop my brain from a meltdown and ask "who does this? Who says I have to work instead of losing an hour and sharing a meal with your parents? Need I remind him that HE'S STILL A FREAKING TEMP???
Any who - I get home, we head out to dinner just as we sit down who should call but Bubba... I'm on my way home, where are you can you order for me? Seriously. So WE order and figure his will be in the form of box it up to go home. But as the traffic gods were kind yesterday he (and I) had a nice drive home, he arrived just as our dinners did - I pre-ordered so his salad arrived just before he did and he sat and ate dinner with his parents. So the question is - did the guilt do him in or the possibility of hearing from his mother that he couldn't be bothered to leave work and eat a meal with his family. I'm guessing door number 1 with a splash of door number 2.
Only in Bubba-land are the traffic gods kind and he makes dinner within a semi-reasonable hour. My luck it would have been 9 PM... but I digress.
So meal enjoyed, hugs and kisses and home we go. It was quiet Monday night. Has Bubba checked in with said parental units today? You know just to check in? One guess boys and girls - if you said Yes - go back to the beginning of this blog and study up. If you said No - very good you can pick for the prize pack of stale bubble gum or Pete Rose's all stars of baseball screw ups... either way its a win! ;-)
Tomorrow I think I will dub - Aunt Ing is an idiot day. Why? Because she has agreed to pick up luggage for the weekend, and supplies for the ladies group on her way home from work. Plus I have to make sure there is enough food in the house for the weekend so poor helpless Bubba can manage to fend for himself oh yeah and I've got to run to The Mart for breakfast stuff, pantyhose, eye stuff and whatever else I may need for this weekend. Too bad Valium isn't over the counter yet... will definitely need that too... only after I talk to Bubba... ;-)
I still have bills to pay and reminders to write so - signing off for tonight - and wondering when I will learn how to say no! Not soon I'm guess.
And finally this gem... I am in the computer room, you can hear me typing ... what the devil do you think I'm doing in here??? And yes apparently I left the bathroom light on - tell me and save the nagging for someone who cares.
Bubba is apparently still searching for the perfect wife who will never forget anything - good luck with that one hon - I hope she likes living cheap because I will take it all. After all, it's all written here isn't it? LOL
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