Check your winter Olympics play by play and yes - the Devil - on ice skates... why do I know this? Because when I got home yesterday from my overnight work trip my kitchen was clean - and it wasn't when I left Tuesday morning... Yes boys and girls start preparing for the end of days - because Bubba 1) unloaded the dishwasher - which WAS clean and 2) loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher - and there you go. Snow cones for all those we've cursed to Hates.
Now granted he did put my Teflon pans in the dishwasher - and I rearranged the plates and bowls so more stuff would fit in the dishwasher but hey! I didn't have to do it!!! I did wash the pans and the wooden spoons but again that was nothing compared to Bubba actually figuring out how those complex machines in the food room (aka the kitchen) worked. Go figure.
And thankfully he was in a good mood when I thanked him for the job - and of course made the cracks about snow cones in hell. He laughed and made disparaging remarks about my sense humor. Now remember gang I have been gone for over a week on occasions and have come home and found -a week's worth of dirty dishes in my sink and an empty dishwasher - this was also the man that unloaded a DIRTY dishwasher. So the fact that he noticed that the dishes in the dishwasher were indeed clean and second he put the dirty ones in there - this is major people and isn't that a sad commentary that it is.
Of course with that he wanted dinner - by the time he got home I had already raided the fridge and ate left overs - he got similar. Now again he putzed and wandered and booted up his computer on my shelf in the living room when things were ready for him in the kitchen I told him that - he said he would be a minute -ok fine, I didn't put sloppy on bun for fear of bun icky-ness you know soggy and gross. All he had to do was put meat on bun and he was done - and I got "aren't you going to get me dinner?" in that sad and wounded puppy voice that makes me want to put up flash cards on how to feed himself. As I went upstairs I said all you had to do was put meat on bread. "I've got to deal with my computer"
And why can't we eat first THEN screw around with our work computer? Yeah yeah, she's halfway around the world but I don't think 15 minutes would make that much of a difference but hey what do I know? So he's got his computer on the TV table, his dinner on mine and I watch as he tried to eat and work at the same time while complaining about what is on TV. This is the man who cannot - perform more than one task at the time - oh sure he CLAIMS he can multi-task but we've seen him drive and try and talk on the phone - it is not for the faint of heart. So I burrow into a book and basically ignore Mr. I can do it all - as he then grumps as he has to deal with a bug (I can't reach it) and mumbled something about this is why I work late...
Really pumpkin? After all those nice things I was thinking about you --- poof! Stay at work butthead.
So we have an unplanned weekend, I have 3 goals for the weekend, first is a nail appointment, second and third involve a Trader Joe's run and I am going to the grocery store this weekend - time me I won't be gone for 4 flipping hours. Seriously.
Quick hit for a Friday - as it will be very dead at work soon.... not that I'm complaining mind you... it's been a good week, even through I've had to work every day this week and one overnight - but they did put us up in a nice hotel - and I had Eggs Benedict for breakfast! :-)
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