Now I started to feel a bit guilty about that but my father in a bit of wisdom of his years asked when the dates became booked and recounted the number of times these people have last-minuted us - not to mention the don't calls with events and September Wedding date stuff... screw it. Guilt trip over. Maybe if you would have called WHEN YOU MADE YOUR PLANS - things would have worked out differently, but no you people apparently think - like you- we sit around all the time and do nothing. We don't --- check that I don't. I still believe that Bubba would be entirely happy never having to go home to PA, have people over, go see anyone or have a social interaction at all - like his Dad. Well pumpkin you didn't marry your mama - you married someone who also requires social interaction, enjoys people, conversation and hosting parties. Suck it up big boy or go away and don't see it... m'kay?
(Cleansing breath... ahhhh) Ok so this week is going to be a push to the finish line, I'm working longer days to take time off Friday, and there is shopping, prep and organization for the week... and every time Major Crankypants see something for the party there is going to be words. Which I will ignore - this ship has sailed, I have agreed to do this - tough crap and move on. Yeesh. My plan is to ignore him with this and stop talking to him when he gets ugly. So be warned Nana I will probably be something close to desperate for conversation by the time you get here... with 2 parties I should be all right and able to hold out until the weekend... I figure the push day is Thursday, as that is when shopping will be done, prep done Friday afternoon before parental units arrive then a wave of cooking Sunday morning and set up party and done! Yeah if things were that easy. I will pass cleaning type events around the house Wednesday, run vacuum Thursday night and live with the rest for the weekend. If you're coming to see how clean my house is - you don't know me -- and I won't like you. The plates, forks (will be plastic) and the serving plates will be clean as is my kitchen... that is the important part right?
Saturday was good - Bubba was up early and out - he went to the gun show with my former office mate's husband, their son and some other boys. Problem is Bubba up - pups up - Aunt Ing is up! I was sound asleep on the couch 20 minutes later - I kid you not. Then I got the Shelby nudge - "hey you dead?" When I woke in shocked surprise with the cold wet nose in exposed body part - she was happy to see my beady eyes open. We went back to bed for 90 minutes and I was a happier camper. I putzed, did laundry, cleaned kitchen, computered, bla bla.... coordinated with the neighbor for Chinese and Power Grid, made a quick run to Trader Joe's for snacks, (which he later grumped... seriously!) got that all organized, we enjoyed dinner next door moved to our house for the game, and poor neighbor guy - he was close but no cigar again. Yeah Bubba won -- I drank wine.
Sunday Bubba worked, went grocery shopping, after I made the list planned the dinners and told him to quit clipping coupons for crap we don't eat anymore and certainly don't need. There are no coupons for lettuce and carrots you cheap... ahem. I ironed, he came home while I was doing that - and said snarky about me "finally doing something" yeah like paying bills, picking up doggy presents and finishing laundry. Kiss off. He got up, showered, had breakfast made for him, went grocery shopping, mowed the lawn, worked, and flipped through the TV channels.
Compare and contrast to the person who "does nothing"; up earlier than him, dogs out and fed, bills done, showered, kitchen cleaned up, made breakfast, cleaned that up, finished laundry, wash, dry, and fold. Did all the ironing I've been avoiding for a week plus, cleaned up the doggy stuff and took his crap. Hum?
Apparently I am in a bitchy mood - sorry. Perhaps it's how he started my day - not out of a bit of concern as his wife mentioned that last night her tummy wasn't very happy with her. Took some stuff to calm it down, and then went to bed, I was up and shifting in the night and apparently I disrupted his beauty sleep and he woke tired and cranky. Well sorry dear next time I'll just sleep on the floor with the dogs so when I have to get up to pee or whatever I won't wake your pampered lily white tighty fanny ---- of course no - 'btw how are you feeling?' Jagoff...
All right done bashing the husband for the night - heading home which should be a slow crawl as it has just rained... and one stop and home. Pups are going to be ticked...
Oh! Almost forgot.... look what I found... this is an actual comic!!! Who knew... funny that guy doesn't look like Bubba...
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