And Captain Crankypants - and his parents - that boys and girls is what I call Easter dinner. The parental units 'd Bubba arrived later than I anticipated, which worked well for me as I got all the prep work done, the munchies done and had time to sit and relax with my book.
Bubba - aka Captain Crankypants was in full mood - oh he was good when we got up got moving, enjoyed his bagel and coffee, went off to get his car washed, returned home quickly as it was closed, did his own in the driveway. Then he came inside to email a resume or something and had a fit because the home account says it's from "Aunt Ing" without a mention of Bubba. He calls me downstairs from the kitchen and tells me to "fix it". Small side bar here - had I kept the large kitchen knife in my hand Easter dinner would have been very different in the this household. Since I left it upstairs I told Bubba in the most pleasant, stress free voice I had; that his request phrased oh so nicely - was simply going to have to wait due to the small issue of dinner prep was well underway.... (it went something like this--are you nuts? I'm busy - that can freaking wait until tonight - unless you're cooking dinner!) There might have been some muttering about idiot husbands and his idiotic thought process - then I took a hunk out of a fingernail while slicing an onion and decided to stop seeing my husband's face on the cutting board - less unintentional blood be shed.
Dinner went off without much of a hitch, always hard to get it all on the table while everything is still warm, but we managed. Dinner was enjoyed, Ma Bubba helped with clean up and we enjoyed dessert a bit later. Pap drove home to lower Maryland, Mom stayed the night, went to bed early and was up and out the door before I could offer her a mug of coffee to go. Ok - see ya - and you're little dog too...
Now there was some interesting gossip to go along with munchies, wine and lack of husbands - they were outside grunting at car stuff or whatever they do out there... ANY way...
The gossip was about her daughter - sister de'Bubba, we'll call her T for short. Well first story is that T had a big dog - it was a boxer and between you and me - that dog was the homeliest thing you've ever seen and it needed room to run - there was no where at my sister-in-law's place for that dog to run. ANY way - apparently this pup had some kind of cyst on it's face or ear and due to cost constraints they didn't take him to the vet - it grew and very recently the poor pup died. Well - Mum-in-law is not happy that her daughter didn't tend to this pup - didn't bother to get things at least checked and just let things go. T's answer was it was going to be $400 plus dollars and that was too much money. Er - they both work, their daughter is having most (I'm sure) of her college expenses being paid for by her uncle and aunt. (i.e. Bubba and Ing) what kind of lavish lifestyle are you people living in great Burb of 'de burgh? And ya'll don't live in the ritzy one either....
ANY way - this was a piece of grist Mum-in-law was chewing well past the flavor being gone. (see movie Ya-ya sisterhood for that reference) If she mentioned it once it was 4-5 times... after all she's got a dog she basically hand feeds and demands water fresh it can't sit around for hours or over night - the dog won't drink it - seriously. My dogs drink from mud puddles. Go figure.
The next and to me more entertaining piece of gossip was the state of T's marriage, now once before her hubby had packed his bags and moved OUT. Frankly son, you were gone - why waste the gas coming back? but that's just bitchy me. ;-) ANY way.... mum-in-law tells me that while T is now working full time, as is her husband - it is up to her husband to pay all the bills from his check, and SHE will give him what every money she thinks he should have. Er - WHA? Apparently the last part changed when he moved out the first time and got his own checking account, he kept it when he moved back in. Smart boy. Now T works shifts she's a nurse - so the nights he was home alone, he'd be invited to eat dinner with his mum-in-law (same as mine), or Niece A and her family - but his wife yelled at him so now he stays home and eats alone. Seriously.
And the last bits she told me was T's daughter aka Niece D tells her grandmother (my mum-in-law) that T leaves notes of things that must be done her in absence. Like the laundry, like clean the house, the bathrooms, etc. BUT on her day's off she sleeps in, and tells everyone how tired she is. WHERE do you find husband's like this? Who just accept that their manhood has been lopped off and they just do what they are told? Where did I miss this in the handbook? I never thought my brother would be one - but he's still a step up from T's husband. From all that house cleaning when he finds the jar she's got his stuff - stuffed into - he's outta there sister enjoy the quiet. I mean yeesh and enough already. Apparently T has had the same surgery I did, yanked out half her lady parts - and Mum-in-law told T's husband things would get better - she's since apologized for lying to the man.
I got up went to work today, have computer access - just not to the outside world yet but we're working the issue. Met electronically my Large nameless Corporation's manager type person, i should meet him in person tomorrow. i think Bubba has finally unclenched his nether regions - and will probably have to see the doctor about tighty-whitey removal... you can only sterilize tongs SO many times.
Pens lost - game Seven Bubba is not pleased... but he's watching comedy - it should be all right.
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