I work with mostly men - my office mate is a man - they are nerds. Nerds don't chat. I am a woman - while yes I am too a nerd I still have that gene that requires conversation and I'm not getting it. I have previously documented here that Bubba doesn't talk - at least not much and lately it's been as I'm started to drift off to sleep. So now and just earlier today you got a bit of chat and nothing terribly note worthy - guess what - same post later time...
Nana is off doing stuff with Pap and it's been quick hit chats the last couple of days I can't call my sister as she's busier than a one-armed paper hanger and well - frankly I need a gossip session or just a bottle of wine with women... (side bar -- I typed whine instead of wine - mental slip?) Oh sure if we were headed home for the holiday weekend - no worries but we're not - and Bubba is off all day Saturday for a bachelor party - and I am making plans - plans which include shoe shopping and bookcase shopping. I'm not going to buy expensive shelving just something I can toss up and hold my books and get them out of the various hiding places in which they now reside. Of course if Bubba sees ALL my books in one place he might indeed have some sort of Bubba-fit - but frankly my dear - don't care. Yes there is the outta-sight/ outta mind mentality that I have learned to deploy with darling husband - I'll just listen to him blather on and on Sunday about the money I spent and the amount of books currently residing in our humble abode.
I say again Bubba get better taste in TV and I won't need so much reading material.
I can also say that I have ordered flowers for Bubba's Granny - her birthday is Monday and again since we aren't going home to celebrate with a picnic that only my in-laws can toss (details later) I call in flowers. Notice I said I as in ME call in flowers for his own Granny.... just like Mother's Day - the boy has to dial a phone that day and call his mama.... the rest just magically happens - in Bubbaland. Must be a nice place... I wouldn't know - but if you ask him Bubba has a very difficult life - it's so stressful, frankly I don't see how - he gets up, showers, dresses, goes to work - after most mornings telling his wife that she needs to get moving and go to work - because if you don't tell her this information she'll forget and sit there waiting for the dog to finish her breakfast.... then go to work all day (which apparently is his happy place) then wander home after a nice long day - have dinner ready for you, sole control of the remote, site on his royal throne until he's ready to go to bed and start it all over again.
Oh sure there are moments when he must, get himself something to drink with his dinner, his own dessert on occasion, help with lunch prep for the following day. Then there will be the grocery shopping, from a list he didn't have to prepare, segregate coupons, or plan the meals, but he must be very careful with said shopping because his wife will spend every time he makes and more unless he nags her until she blogs it to the world - and comes down from the cast iron against his noggin... and am I am sure that the monthly checkbook balancing would drive anyone to drink and I will be honest enough to admit that there are months I make a major whoops - but I have never bounced a check or missed a payment.
ANY way.... oh yeah I promised an in-law picnic story.. (I told you I was in a chatty mood) this is a family that doesn't like "cold foods" especially the matriarch - so you get some sort of meat, fried rice usually some kind of potato dish that uses, frozen hash browns, cream of something soup, onions, sour cream, and cheese baked - then cooled to semi-room temperature, some kind of corn, maybe a veggie, and I wonder why I always felt so bloated from these little get togethers. Then there is the boil before you grill it ribs, chicken and sausages - the olive oil covered steaks, with then red pepper flakes on them - ONCE in my world and then the joy of watching my sister-in-law and her eldest daughter drown whatever meat product we have in ketchup. Oh and the man of the grill that thinks a steak medium rare is an abomination to man and beast - where I and my hubby think steaks well done are shoe leather. Did I mention the $13K kitchen my mother-in-law has and rarely uses? In a fair world - that kitchen would be mine... all mine.... not that I lust for her kitchen and probably if Bubba were some how struck stupid and agreed to let me redo our kitchen I could do the entire job with appliances for that amount of money and have some left over for dinner. Especially since the only appliance I need/want to replace is the stove. Oh sure complete redesign cabinets, etc... but appliances not so much - although the double oven would be nice - and the fancy stove, and freezer on bottom but I can live without that one...
And in another chatty thought tomorrow is freaking July! OMG seriously? Where did the first half of this year flipping go? Crap 2 weeks until I must celebrate another anniversary of my 39th birthday... cash or cabana boys only please or books just to tick off my husband --- hee hee hee. All right enough blathering on for today... I'll chew off Bubba's ear tonight - won't that be fun?
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