After all the high drama of last weekend the rest of this week has been - well dull. Oh sure I've told stories of the wedding and enjoyed the retelling. Bubba managed to get home in one piece, still cranky due to no sleep and a red eye flight home, then me gone for two nights at work, and here we are at Friday. I'm tired.
The weekend promises a bit of interesting as it's family day at Headquarters where I work, so Sis and M are coming down for a visit. I invited the brother and family - but apparently his wife didn't approve or her family has something more pressing like more idiotic coordinated posed and all in one color family pictures. What ever.
So she's down and home and around again, her husband has a 1 October deadline to get their rental property ready so the poor boy has to stay home... I feel bad for him. Next year pumpkin.
Nana and Pap will be home this weekend and hopefully will tell me all is well a their home - as I have been fretting for a week that I forgot to do something and they are coming home to something - I've had some really weird dreams the last couple of nights (into days) so again still hoping for good news... tune in Sunday or Monday for that update.
I'm still working on my mentor stuff; I've got until Tuesday to get things done - frankly I'm starting to freak out - with any luck it will be raining on Sunday when Sis head north and I can get something else done besides the darn bushes with Bubba. But on the other hand... its raining AGAIN - it's grey and dreary and generally depressing - but hey... its raining... again - floods and mold and frizzy hair abound.
I've got the munchies for something but considering how much I've enjoyed over the last two days I need to think clearly on the 'craving' side of anything. I think Bubba is getting freezer surprise tonight for dinner... as in - here is what is in the freezer and SURPRISE - that is what is for dinner.
It's fun living with me isn't it? Hey - he can clean clothes before I left - can't remember if I ran the dishwasher or not - probably not - so he can figure out the magic mysteries of moving dirty dishes from sink to dishwasher - we've had remedial training - several times... doesn't stick.
And lastly in a completely random thought - what idiot came up with the "colon health" commercial where some idiot woman is at a WEDDING talking about a drug that makes you go poo? And why aren't they wrestling the microphone from drunk Aunt Betty fast enough? Oh yeah and was she wearing shoes - apparently they are going the way of the foundation garment/pantyhose... just something to get you through those last few Friday hours.
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