I sat here facing a blank screen as life has been well, that boring lately and while I mentioned to Nana that I might go with I've dug myself a rut so deep I don't see the sun no more - which also ironically sounds like some kind of bad country and western song. ... I have also contemplated - The Bubba and Aunt Ing show - ships that pass in the night - -- as that is when his happy fanny is getting home these days.
Yeah yeah his boss is in town from Atlanta and he can't get home before 8 PM on a regular basis anyway... why oh why am I 1) cooking and 2) caring. Sole control of the remote is a darn fine and pretty rare thing in my world - home girl is not going to risk bad ju-ju on saying something stupid like I'd wish he'd come home some time before I begin inspecting my eyelids for pinholes. (think about it people)
Last night my girl sense must have realized he was going out to dinner as I pulled out left overs and nuked my dinner figuring I'd do the same for his royal highness when he decided to grace us with his presence. Of course after I ate dinner, he called with the we're going out and I'll be home late. OK fine. So he got home when I was making MY lunch and heading to bed as I had an OMG early meeting in the morning. AND while I'm thinking it about what nut job schedules a meeting for 7 AM in the freaking morning?!?! Really people that should get combat pay for having to roll my lazy backside out of bed and not only be dressed, and makeup but awake, functioning and expect conversation? Really people you're lucky you get dressed and makeup the rest - is really pushing the envelop in my world. Sheesh.
but I digress.
Well, he just called at 9:02 PM in the night time even, and said we had to work late and now we are going out to dinner. Ah huh. And he added that he did tell me that this would be a long week and things should ease back to his regular time after Thursday. That would be Friday puddin' head, and your regular time is oh so flexible between 8:00 and 8:30 PM - in the evening even.
I need a woman in my work space because people I need to talk to someone - oh sure August is shaping up to allow that kind of chatty thing, ladies group dinner, girl's group meeting, weekend at the beach sans the men - (OH SO looking forward to that one) to be followed by regular meetings with people - people who are willing to chat to another human being then post September I will have about about month's worth of blog stuff from the redneck wedding from hell. Still unsure if we're RSVPing for that one but a fun twist is my neighbor said she'd go with me --- oh yeah babe a NY Long Island Chicky in the reddest of redneckerson's wedding glory and me in the middle - with a note pad and bottle of Lemon liquor in the freezer at home... oh YEAH babe... snort.
Hey Giggles - email me - wanna see Western PA in all it's glory? LOL There simply is not enough fermented hops in all of Latrobe PA to make this worth the gas... (look it up) Stay tuned, I've waffled on this more than the waffle house at 3AM on a Saturday night - (look up the Waffle house too you darn Yankee-- yeesh-- a beacon of Southern culture and cuisine... really!) ;-)
All righty - I've get restless pups who are bouncing my elbow in demands for attention which is hard to do when one is typing on a keyboard... so good night and if I see Bubba some time before he leaves for Vegas or me to the beach I'll be sure and put out an all points bulletin - and I should probably keep his picture close so I don't accidentally shoot the poor man because "I heard something - and yes officer I live alone"
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