Don't mix and generally can be blamed for all sorts of fun-loving episodes of COPS - however in this family... its called Bubba and his magically mysterious ability to ask for stupid stuff... let me 'splain.
Wednesday Aunt Ing is making her way home through the nation's #1 traffic mess and planning her evening which included a massage appointment - yes the pampered princess was again spending Bubba's money. But today this tale has no mention of money just general stupidity... Aunt Ing gets home, pulls chicken from the freezer sets it in microwave to defrost, lets the dogs outside to be free and to pee and general other doggie stuff... she changed her clothes and then heads to the kitchen to cook said chicken, make a big salad and get things ready. She does this, she sits down for 10 minutes, feeds the dogs and then heads out for her ME time. On her way she calls Bubba informs him of where things are including dog fed status and he replies (at 7:00 PM EST) that he has another 30-45 minutes worth of work to finish then he should be home. Based upon this Aunt Ing believes that he will be home the same time she returns...
Fast forward 1 hour and 15 minutes post massage all is mellow, zen and happy in our world. We come home, no Bubba - but as this is SOP (Standard Operating Procedure) in Bubba-land we do not fret. We let the dogs out, we get to finishing dinner and we begin to eat our dinner... time now 8:30 PM EST. At 8:45 PM EST our hero calls home and asks.... (wait for it)... "to pull up the TV guide on the screen and LIST TO HIM WHAT IS ON TV HE MIGHT WANT TO DVR". Yes boys and girls, he called home to ask his wife to read him the TV guide to tape what he might want to watch. After a brief moment of stunned disbelief and a "are you serious?" Aunt Ing stops the show she recorded and was watching, brings up the guide, rattles off what she thought he wanted only to discover - again- Bubba's use of words is lacking and they go through the dance again... only this time with monthly hormones on the loose, we are short tempered and snap, "what? Its starts at 10 PM what is the big farting deal??" Then of course Mr. Crankypants comes out to play and doesn't the name calling start... and I tell him if I had done this to him he'd been ticked to all get out - he said no he wouldn't... yeah right ---
Now I ask you - who else on the planet Earth would do such a thing? And then get grumpy at the person for whom you are asking the favor - strange as it may be! I mean seriously... oh sure next week this probably wouldn't have bothered me as much - but still this is such a level of annoyance on the nit-pick pampered prince scale I can't even begin to imagine it!!! And y'all are reading this thinking... if this is all I have to grump about life ain't bad... and you're right - but it's the little things that will someday get him killed. And frankly if I get a jury of working wives and working mothers I'll not spend a night in jail.
ANY way....
So we hang up - home comes Crankypants, I sort of help him get his dinner together and move on with my night which then includes his control of the remote - and I'll watch my shows later... I bury my nose in a book, he actually turns on something I want to watch, I watch, I watch the second show and promptly fall asleep toward the end of the show only to wake up when he starts laughing at another show. He looks at me stupidly when I asked for a recap of the second show we watched, he didn't realize that I had indeed fell into a dead sleep on the couch and missed the end of the show... all the muscles were unclenched to a point and I'm still catching up between last week and the weekend.
On a happy dodged an in-law visit this week - postponed to next week, so bonus I have the weekend and a cleaning lady visit before they arrive.. another bit of proof there is a God and he likes me on occasion.. or he was busy with other things and didn't find time to mess with me for fun... ;-) (insert fist bump here to the big guy --- lightening strike... so not in my plans)
Work is quiet, testers are busy so the managing there of not so much... now I get to work on my review which is due Tuesday.... I will need caffeine and something else because that much creative writing takes time and some kind of enhancement... cheesecake or cookies hummmm ....
It's almost Friday... hang on boys and girls I certainly am.
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